From My Heart

Chapter 1st

Arabella p.o.v

As I carefully put down my mug of French Vanilla Coffee, I put the palm of my hand right over the cup, to feel the nice, warm steam. Then I paused for a minute to just ponder and think about life. I would sit there a long time to wonder if life was really real.

Click, click, clickity, clickity, click, clicked my friend's heels.

"Uh, wow."I said, staring at her high heels. "Are you sure about that? I was actually thinking some good shoes to wear to that party would be comfy MK flats."

Chelsea stared at me like I was crazy, and then started laughing. "Oh. My. God! No way, I always wear heels to parties, doesn't matter how fancy they are!"

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the coffee. I couldn't keep talking to her, I also had to stay on track with editing videos on my MacBook. I couldn't get sidetracked one more time.

"Chels, have fun." I said and flashed a bright smile. "I'll see you later."

She looked at me upsettingly and said,"But I still can't figure out why you just don't come! It's gonna be the biggest party and you'll be the one missing out! Who stays up on a Friday night editing their videos? Come on! Please come?"

I closed my eyes and imagined if I were coming. I promised my 4 million subscribers that I'd upload my video on a Friday. I couldn't betray my fans!

"Oh my gosh! No. Okay? Is it final? Please, just go! Now!" I said, annoyed.

She pursed her lips and groaned,"Ugh, whys my friend such a party pooper."

I smirked at her and then turned on my laptop. I liked how the apple lit up when you open it. To me, I thought it was pretty cool.

Before I went into iMovie I checked my YouTube channel. My previous video was from last weekend, and I decided to go to the comment section to view any new comments.

Arabella why don't you make a channel with Chelsea since you live with her? 😳

I thought, she doesn't want to make YouTube videos with me. I didn't feel like looking at comments anymore so I just went back to imovie.

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Although all the text messages that have been sent, was it the fact she was ignoring me. I wish I knew. I wanted to know if it was that something was wrong. I needed to go there. It was already the next day, and I haven't gotten any calls from her, or haven't at least gotten in touch.

That's where it all started. I decided to go to the place where the party was held last night, Jeanine's place. But obviously first, I had to knock the door. And, that was already hard for me.

Knock! Knock!

"Do I know you?" a girl with brown hair and a tint of blue said. "Oh, wait. Aren't you Chelsea's friend?"

I felt like she did something to her. She was evilly glaring at me.

"Well, yes. But she didn't return last night! I needed to come here. I needed to." I said hopefully.

"Well, honey, you've came to the wrong place then." she said and began to shut the door.

"No!" I shouted and pulled the door open.

To make sure she didn't close it again, I walked in.

"She's not here, Arabella!" she said as she blocked the entrance to the hallway.

"Jeanine?" I asked. "What do you have to hide?"

Jeanine swallowed hard and shrugged. "It's.. it's my house and you broke in! You'll-you'll take my stuff!"

I chuckled and then glared at her. "You're the queen for making excuses, eh?"

She deadly glared at me. I could feel that I was on her nerves. I looked around.

"How could you even throw a big party in this place? It's legit a condominium!" I said. "There's gotta be something you're hiding!"

I pushed Jeanine and she fell backwards. "No!!" she screamed as I ran past her.

I looked around. There was multiple doors, so I began to try the first door on the left. But before I even had a chance to turn the knob, someone tugged my hair and yanked my clothes back. I then fell backwards onto the nude colored carpet.

I felt pain. I struggled to get up. Please remain calm, Arabella. I thought to myself. "Jeanine! Why are you doing this?"

She gulped and started to block the door I was about to go into. I wasn't impressed with this girl at all.

"I will seriously call the police, Jeanine! You did something to my best friend! I just know it!" I yelled and kicked her.

"Oh god!" she yelped and fell down.

I quickly opened the door and gazed around.

"No!" she croaked weakly.

I saw red puddles on the floor and red stains on the wall. I didn't know whether it was punch or blood. To me, it looked a lot more like blood. I gasped to the terrifying sight. Then I studied the floor and figured out there was a person lying on the blood. And whoever it was, it sure looked like Chelsea.

"Oh my gosh!" I said to myself and clasped my hands to my mouth.

"No!" Jeanine yelled, sounding like a monster. Then she started attacking me.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" I yelled as she beat me up.

She ripped my hair and yanked my clothes. Then she pushed me against the wall and got a knife out from her pocket. It was sparkling and sharp.

"Oh, please." I begged uncontrollably.

She held the knife to my chin. "If you tell anyone about this." she said solemnly with an evil voice like in those movies.

"I-I won't." I said in a shaky voice.

"You better not, little girl!" she exclaimed and pushed the knife deep into my chest.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed hurtful.

Blood rolled down my chest and down it went into my clothes. As that happened, tears dripped down from my eyes. I couldn't take in the fact that my friend is probably dead, or seriously injured, and now I let alone am hurt. It's so painful. I just can't have this life anymore. Although it was a giant precious gift to me, I feel I don't need it anymore.