I had 5 days.
11/20/16.
I decided that that would be the day I killed myself.
I had 5 days till my chosen death date.
Don't ask why I chose that day, it was random and I just needed time. Trust me, i'd like to do it as soon as possible but.. i don't know. Something told me that that would be a good day.
I was currently on my way to target to grab some neosporin. We were out and after having an argument with the man at home today.. well let's just say some glass, shattered across my face caused a pretty ugly cut.
I'm not even sure how it happened, he, for some reason was downstairs when I woke up. "God damn it Olivia. Where the hell is all the food in this house?" He groaned.
"I don't know," I casually said, shrugging my shoulders, "We haven't been grocery shopping in a while."
If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I definitely not afraid of my dad. He did his worst already so I was readily prepared for anything bad to happen at any given time.
"Didn't I tell you to take your ass to the store and get some?" he slammed the fridge door shut in aggravation, with a beer in his hand.
"You never gave me the money."
"So use your own money! Hell, i'm starving my ass off in here."
"Okay." I rolled my eyes, secretly hoping he hadn't seen me but before I knew it, the neck of his bottle connected to my head, just above my left eyebrow.
"Don't disrespect me like that Olivia," he crouched down to my level, where I now was, due to the pain racing through my head. "now," he threw some money on me, "go get some food."
"oh!" I yelled, "I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
"No, it's okay, it was my fault." a pale boy with wild, green hair said. He was at least five-six inches taller than me and he dressed in almost all black, save the denim jacket on his back. "woah," he looked straight at the gash I had, "what happened? can't walk and talk at the same time?" He laughed and so did I. It had been a while since I had even smiled, let alone laugh.
"I guess you could say that."
"Well go ahead, go in front of me." There were at least 6 people in line in front of the both of us and he had about 10 items.
"No, it's fine. The line is really long."
"Hey, you have one item. And I assume it's to take care of that," he pointed at my head, "so go ahead."
"Thank you so much." I smiled, standing in front of him.
"Honestly..." he spoke after a few moments of silence, "i'm really surprised you're not freaking out right now."
"huh?" i took a few steps forward, following the person in front of me, "why would I be freaking out?"
"You honestly don't know who I am?" he had a kind of confused look on his face with a raised eyebrow.
"is that bad?" I laughed, thinking he was just joking.
"Have you ever heard of 5 Seconds of Summer?"
"ummmm..." I thought for a second, tapping my finger on my thigh, "with the underwear song?"
"That's the one." he laughed, "i'm the guitarist. Michael Clifford."
"Oh God," I mentally face palmed myself. I had heard of the band before but never really got around to listening to much of them... or... much of.. anything really. "well, this is awkward," I laughed, "sorry, I just don't really listen to music often."
"Wow, you're the first person i've met who, 'doesn't really listen to music often'," he air quoted his words.
"Yeah.. just can't really find the time I guess."
"You should listen to a few of our songs." he suggested, "i'm not sure what kind of genre you're into but i'd say we're pretty good." he smirked.
"haha, okay, I definitely will."
It was finally my turn in line and it only took a matter of minutes to pay for my item and get on with it.
"Hey, hold on a second." Michael said throwing his items onto the conveyor belt and jogging over to where I was standing. "Mind if I get your number? ya know.. for feedback purposes." he smiled widely. His smile was so cute, very innocent, which caused me to smile.
"Of course." I quickly put my number into his contacts list.
"Great," he looked down at his phone, "i'll talk to you later Olivia."
There was that gorgeous smile again.
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FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING (sexual, physical abuse, self harm, suicidal thoughts. etc) her dad's a drunk, her mom's a druggy, her life's always been tough. She has a set date for when she wants to kill herself but when she meets Michael Clifford she continues...