The Show Has Ended

Part two

I check my phone, it's a text for David.

Hey Gabs, it's david, I've not seen you in a week, im coming over in an hour 🖤

I would smile but I forgot how. I brush my hair for the first time in days. I don't even bother getting changed or doing my make-up. It's only David and he won't really care too much so why would he be bothered about my dark under eye circles and smeared mascara stains. I would look at myself in the mirror but I don't dare. I'm afraid of my own reflection because I think I'm really damn ugly. People say I'm not but damn, I fucking think I am. My thighs look really fat in these shorts but I don't give a fuck.

David walks in without warning. My door wasn't locked so I don't mind. He looks at me and smiles, but it doesn't look like his on camera, fake smile. He's happy to see me. But my question to that is, why? Who'd be happy to see me?

'Hey, Gabs.'
'Hi.'
'You've not spoken to anyone in weeks, I'm worried...'
'Don't be, I'm fine.'
'No, Gabbie. You're not fine. I'm concerned.'
'David, trust me. I'll be okay.'
'Gabbie, you're coming out with me tonight. We're gonna go for dinner and talk.'
'I can't go out in public.'
'Yes, you can. And you will talk. Tell me what's wrong, Gabbie...please?'
'But I can't.'
'Come on, Gab. I don't want you drifting away from us. Me.'
'But I'm too ugly and fat to be seen.'
'Gabbie...no...you're not fat. You are not ugly, get that out your head.'
'David...why are you here?'
'Do you want me to leave?'
'No...but why do you care about me?'
'Because you are my friend. My best friend. Please, Gabbie. Come with me tonight.'
'I don't think I can...'
'Gabbie, tell me what's wrong. Please, Gabbie!'
'David, I'm so sorry...'
'Sh, don't be sorry. Just tell me what you're feeling. I won't judge you, you know that.'
'I want to disappear and I don't understand why you care.'
'Gabbie, you are important. You are worth. You are loved, and if you don't believe it-'
'I am not worth anything. I'm useless and should be dead.'
'Please don't start that, Gabbie.'
'It's the truth.'
'Listen to me, you are here for a reason, never wish you are dead.'
'No-one fucking likes me, David. People would be happy if I died.'
'You are loved, you are inspiring people. You are fucking loved, Gabrielle.'

David has never called me Gabrielle before. Rarely anyone has, even my mom calls me Gabbie. I shouldn't have said that I wanted to disappear, I should've kept my mouth shut because I don't want to upset my friends.

'Gabrielle Hanna?'
'David Dobrik.'
'Why do you want to die?'
'Can you read minds?'
'No. But I know you. I recognize this. You're depressed and anxious. I can tell.'
'Okay, it's maybe obvious I'm depressed...'
'You're talking fast and bursting out words. Calm down, Gabbie. You're safe.'

Suddenly my chest is hit with extreme pressure and I feel like I can't breathe.