Love, Secrets, and A Soccer Ball

Movie Dates and Elevator Hell

"Am I really going to die?" I ask to spice up my daily, boring annual check ups. The nurse (Melissa) laughs and says, "You are just like my daughter Marin. How old are you?". "15." I reply. "And the same age as her." From then on was interesting conversations about her family ( 3 teenage daughters and one preteen son) and her life as a nurse.

Two days later

"Well Ami, you're all cleared." my now-and-always favorite nurse (Melissa) there says. Yes!!! Now I've got to tell Emilia the great news. 

At Emilia's House 

Ding, Dong. Ding, Dong. Emilia's dad answered the door (now I know where the good looks came from) and called Emilia down.  She was wearing a simple dark red t-shirt and jeans, her blond-brown hair in those cute braids like she usually has them in, and a black purse to go.  Oh, lord help my heart now. Don't know how she makes something so simple to make my heart go Dum-Dum-Dum-Dum to the beat of my Spanish music ( A/N Despacito) 

"Ami!" yells Emé, clearing my hazy thoughts. "D- Do you want to go now?"  I stuttered. "Yesss." she ended with a smirk. That smirk is my biggest weakness.

2 hours later...

"That was fun." That smirk. Oh god, that smirk. (A/N Spoiler for some who still haven't seen F8). "I loved it when Dom named his son Brian. That was so sweet." I say with a dreamy tone.  "I do too.." "Do you want to.."

I started to lean in. "What are you doing?" she asks with those curious dark , dark brown eyes. "N-Nothing." I say. You idiot. You don't want this to end up like the past.

People like you don't deserve second chances, a familiar voice in my head says.

"Well?" Her eyes getting bigger by the second, becoming big pools of brown.

"Nothing." I turn away. Nausea began to build up in my throat. "I should go." I say abruptly. I left, ignoring her calls for me to come back.

Emilia's POV 

Did I do something wrong, was the question that came into mind. God, this happens every time I try to make a new friend. For Christ sake, I couldn't even make friends with the nicest girl I know. That is pathetic.

My mind traveled back to the alcohol back home. I need a drink. After what  Emé did to me.... People are different. Maybe I should just go and be alone for a little. I went home, took a long gulp from the vodka my dad hides in one of our cabinets, and relaxed. 

Warning: There will be worded scenes of cutting, depression, drugs, and self-hatred coming right after this warning. If this sort of descriptions sickens you in any way, please skip until you see another bolded statement. Thank you. I know some people are sensitive despite the fact it may not be bad but still. Censored it the best I can.

Ami POV

1 hour later 

What do you think you are doing? You're pathetic. She probably thinks you're a creep, you disgusting piece of shit, a loud voice in my head says as I draw one line after another on my skin, each deeper than the last. My vision blurs each time I see her face, hear her laughter, admire her smile in my addled thoughts. 

I take one, two, three, four, six pills in a cycle until I heard my mother ask if I was okay. "Yeeessss, Mom. " I slur. I cry silently, just imagining her with another guy. You used to be such good friends with her. Used to make memories with you. Now she's just a memory you tried to recreate, the same loud voice says. 

I flipped through those old pictures on my phone and saw how happy we looked together. I saw four missed calls  from her and a text saying, what happened? Pathetic. Faggot. I kept writing my emotions down. The tears kept falling, making it harder to see what I wrote.

I gave up, deleting my text. Then bile rose up in my mouth as I heard the phone ring again. The glowing screen read ~Crush~. Shit. I can't answer. I responded with a text saying I'm busy. I groaned. What the fuck am I supposed to do? 

The knife went deeper and deeper, slicing through layers of my skin. Droplets of blood splashed my bathroom floor along with the empty pill bottles.  I found much more prescriptions in the bottom cabinet and had a go. 

I soon lost count of the pills and soon fell asleep, not noticing the opening of the door and my mother's screams. 

That was the end of the suicidal scenes.

Emilia POV

There was a call in the morning. It was Ami's mother. She told me that Ami was in the hospital and currently undergoing blood transfusion. Ami had a lot of drugs in her system and she lost a large amount of blood. She hung up after some guy faintly telling her to come over. Suddenly numb, I rushed to the hospital, not giving a shit about school (being a Thursday morning). 

I asked the main desk where a certain Amanda Sandra Queen (middle name after mother, I found out) was. She told me room 1124 and painted me to the elevator. After examining the map, I went on and a woman with five daughters, a girl who looks similarly like me with her older sister and brother, and a creepy tall guy with a wide brimmed hat joined. 

Let's just say the ride from there was the epitome of hell. One of the  five little girls were crying their hearts out when they realized the person they were visiting WAS GOING TO LIVE ( which creeped the shit out of me), my younger clone looking right at me in a scary fashion, and the creepy guy sort of admired my clone. 

When I got of that elevator, I praised God, Jesus, Percy Jackson, Ra, Harry Potter, and any other "fictional characters in mythical universes" ( as my parents call it) for letting me out. I went in the room, saw a small body wrapped person, and wept, saying I'm sorry for not checking up on you, sorry for not trying when I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

"Excuse me?" I say, turning around. 

So sorry for not updating. Tests caught up on me, the usual excuses. I will update as fast as possible. I'm so proud of beating the original goal of 1,000 words. For people who come out early, have a great summer break, knowing we aren't as lucky!!