The alarm woke me up. I turned it off and got up. I sighed and walked into my bathroom. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair.
I put on my skeleton tank top with my black ripped jeans. I put on some black glasses and my black vans. I put on some black eyeliner with my mascara. I put on my black choker and sighed. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and looked at myself in the mirror.
I'm still fat. I'm still ugly. I'm still worthless.
I put on my black sweatshirt and walked outside of my bathroom and grabbed my headphones. I put them on my head and turned on I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco. I ended up dancing around my room which was hard considering it looks like a closet. (Trust me, I would know XD)
I walked out of my room to see Kara with headphones on as well.
"What are you listening to?" She asked me.
"I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco," I answered.
"I'm listening to Sarah Smiles..." she smiled.
I frowned. Sara...
"Are you okay?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Sorry...my moms name was Sara..."
"Oh. I'm sorry if I upset you..." she whimpered.
"No you didn't it's just....I'm fine I promise."
I held out my pinky and she gradually took it with her own smiling.
We walked to the cafeteria. I looked at the song I was listening to which was girls/girls/boys.
"GIRLS LOVE GIRLS AND BOYS!" I screamed causing Kara to jump.
We both laughed and sat down at a table.
"You're not eating?" I asked her.
She shook her head.
"You aren't either?"
I shook my head and she looked down.
I scratched my wrists hoping she wouldn't notice but she did.
"Stop," she said.
I stopped.
"Sorry, it's a habit. I do it when I'm nervous..."
"Why are you nervous?" She asked me.
I shrugged.
"Anxiety?"
I nodded and she nodded back.
"Okay..." she whispered.
I wonder why she whispers all the time. Maybe it's because of her mom or something.
We walked back to our rooms when breakfast was over and I sighed.
I plopped on my bed and got on my phone.
I scrolled through tumblr and got bored so I turned it off.
I smirked and walked to Karas door. I knocked softly and waited.
"It's me, Ashley," I said.
No answer.
I knocked again but got no answer.
I opened the door and didn't see her.
(GET READY FOR THE SADDEST THING EVER)
I ran to her bathroom and immediately screamed.
"MALORIE!!!"
I cried as I saw my best friend, the one girl who understood me. I saw her laying face down in a pool of blood. Razor in one hand and pills in the other. She was dead.
Malorie rushed in and gasped. She pulled me to my room and shut my door.
I jumped into my bed and cried.
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I'm sorry I haven't been updating lately. I'm just stressed over here in this crowded ass orphanage and I'm getting ready to be adopted already. I hate this place su much. Someone adopt meh ;-;
Bye guys!!
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Why Me? (A Phan Fiction)//COMPLETED
FanfictionHave you ever wondered what it would be like to live in an LGBTQ 🏳️🌈 society? And then adopted by Dan Howell and Phil Lester? Well, meet Ashley McLauren.