Tell Your Friends [Martin Garrix]

Chapter 6 | ✓

It's dark and silent outside. Not even a single sound to be heard. I turn over, to find my phone full of messages and notifications. It's five in the morning. About an hour ago, I came back from Ultra with Martin. It was the best night of my life, ever.

The first notification is a tweet. I open it, reading. It's a tweet from Marcus, which I don't want to read, but I force myself to do so.

@MarcusHemsh: @AlineIsOnFire is such a slut and alcoholic. She would sleep with everyone. Stupid bitch.

No, no, no.

It's him, again. It's Marcus. He won't stop, he just won't. He is too persistent to stop. Tears start streaming down my face. How could he do this to me? How? I get up, put my phone away, opening the window.

Cold air hits my face, slowly drying my tears. All of the times he told me that he loved me, were fake? All of the kisses and hugs, were just a game? A game he played with me. A game he played for fun? A game he will never stop playing with girls?

Why is it me, who has to go through all of this hell? Why am I the one who has to bear all the shit? Why? Why can't it be people who deserve it? Why can't he ever feel what I am feeling? Take in the pain, that's gnawing inside me, slowly killing me?

I close the window, nearly shattering it into little pieces. Just like my soul. My phone vibrates with more notifications. Tweets and reposts. Mean comments and hate. Some people get used to them, but it will always haunt them. You can never get used to this, you just grow a shell which won't let them through for some time. After the time passes, the shell breaks...

As I continue quietly sobbing to myself, I get into the shower and switch on cold water. This makes me feel awake and alive, more than ever. Cold streams biting every centimeter of my skin, making goosebumps rush up.

Why am I so weak? So weak to stand up for myself, so weak to say no to things? Too weak to live, but too strong to die. But, I don't want to die. No matter how much shit happens, it happens. It will happen and it will always haunt people until the last moment.

Standing still, I think about how many mistakes I have made in life. I made too much, it's time for the consequences. Why don't consequences come for people who deserve them? These people somehow always get away from consequences.

I fall on my bed, face first. Right now, I want to disappear from the whole world. Get stranded in an island or make population of an abandoned city 1. I would do anything, just for Marcus, Sydney and Lynn to get away from me.

What will happen when I get back? Right now, I am a 3 hour flight from them, but there, I will be a fifteen minute ride.

I shake my head, trying to remove all of the thoughts from it. Looking at my phone's screen, which is constantly lighting up, I get on it and delete Twitter, Facebook and every social media, that is connected with them.

Not understanding what I am doing, I press "call". The connection is established quite fast and I hear a sleepy, familiar voice.

"Aline?" Martin asks, slowly and very sleepily. Looks like I woke him up. Why did I even call him in first place?

"Hey," I smile to myself, even though I don't have any will to do so.

"Even if nothing is wrong, I am coming in a second." I can hear him getting up from his bed. With that, the call ends.

A few seconds pass and I hear knocking on my door. I open it, letting Martin in.

"Are you alright?" he asks, looking around and sitting down on the edge of my bed.