Real Friends (An IM5 FanFiction)

Chapter 46.

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Emilina's POV:

*Sunday, May 25, 2014, 7:56 p.m.*

It had been exactly two weeks since Dana had broken up with me and I was a complete mess.

For the first week I would constantly call him, hoping and praying that he would pick up just once. I would send him texts and leave him messages, telling him how much I missed him, how much I loved him, and how much I needed him. But the only thing I've gotten back from him was one text:

"Lina please stop. I know that this is hard for you but you need to stop. I know you love me but we just can't do this anymore. I'm sorry but things will get better. You'll see."

After that text, I stopped trying. I obviously wasn't getting anywhere with this and I never would anyways. I don't know why he would think that this would help me, it didn't. It only made things worse.

It had gotten so bad that Darcie and Nikki made me to tell them where my blades were so that they could get rid of all of them, made me deactivate my twitter, and made me stay off Instagram for a while; I wasn't allowed to use any social media.

Even though I don't see any more of the hate, I still feel it. The hate caused me to change my view of myself. Every time I look in the mirror all I see are my imperfections being highlighted. I notice every little flaw about myself and I hate it because, no matter what I do or how hard I try, I can't fix them. I can't be perfect.

"Lina," Darcie waved her hands in front of my face, interrupting my thoughts. "You good?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

She looked at me, suspiciously, before saying, "I asked if you had heard about the guys' tour."

"Yeah, I think Will may have mentioned something to me about it before," I told her.

She nodded and returned to reading Divergent.

I continued to blankly stare at the TV, not paying attention to the show, while Nikki was in the kitchen, cooking the three of us dinner.

I sighed, looking down at my phone. I missed him.

I picked it up and stood from the couch.

"Where are you going?" Darcie looked up from her book.

"Bathroom," I answered plainly.

Once I got into the bathroom, I locked the door and dialed Dana's number. I thought about whether or not to call him.

"Do it," I heard a voice, sounding soft and timid, in the back of my head telling me.

"No, he doesn't want you," another, more malicious sounding, voice said.

"You need him," the softer voice told me.

"He doesn't need you," the malicious one said.

I shook my head, clearing my mind of the voices. I needed to at least hear his voice. He'd never answer though.

I decided to try and call him from a blocked number.

It rang three times before he answered the call.

"Hello?" he answered the call.

I heard a laugh, a girl's laugh, coming from the other end of the call. Dana laughed as well as he repeated, "Hello?"