Slowly Dying

Chapter 25

Nicole's POV

I walked home thinking about Adam and how his mother died when he was just 7 years old. I felt so bad for him to have been living like that. I went inside and hugged my mum. I'm really grateful to have her in my life. She hugged me back. I went to Dad and hugged him too.

Adam told me to tell everyone at home about his mum just in case I felt awkward that they didn't know. At dinner, when everyone was eating mum's lasagne, which was delicious, I decided to tell them all now.

"Guys, today Adam told me that his mum died in a car crash when he was only 7 years old. His mum died straight away and Claire's his stepmom. He's always blamed himself for it because she was driving him to a football arena when she should've been on a meeting," I said.

"Oh, poor kid," Dad said.

"That is so awful, I feel so bad for him," Mum said.

"You'd never think that Adam would have been through bad things like that when you look at him," Stacey said.

"I'm just going to ring him and see if he's alright," Mark said.

"Send him our love," Mum said.

Everyone felt really bad for him and I decided that we should all eat dinner together on Christmas Eve. I'll arrange it all and it'd give mum and dad a chance to get to know Adam's dad and Claire.

I finished the lasagna and we all sat in the living room doing our own stuff. I saw all the texts that I received from bitches at school but I refused to read them and let them bring me down.

'I was thinking next week on Christmas Eve can we all eat dinner together' -Nicole

'Yeah, should we do it at my place?'- Adam

'Okay'- Nicole

I informed everyone about the dinner that we'd have next week and they all seemed pretty happy about it. Mum had to change shifts because she was working on Christmas Eve, so now she had to work on Boxing Day instead. She didn't really mind. Dad wasn't working on Christmas Eve anyways so that was okay. Stacey had a date with Tyler that day but I said to her that Tyler could come too.

I went upstairs and changed to my night clothes. I forgot to close the blinds and quickly looked outside to see if anyone may have been there and saw me. Paranoid, aren't I? Satisfied that there was no one there, I closed the blinds and went to bed. I saw that I had a message from someone.

'Please kill yourself, you're so fuckingg ugly babes, I can't even cope with you. You walk around with Adam like you're all that but really you're a piece of shit wearing designer clothes that your parents can barely afford' -Chloe

I was so fed up with the amount of hate messages that I was receiving. I decided to reply back to her. I've never replied to any of the messages before. She might actually stop sending them if I just reply back.

'Okay, first of all, are you jealous that me and Adam are together?? And secondly, not to brag or anything my parents can pretty much buy whatever they want, my mum's a lawyer and my dad's a doctor, they work hard to get the money they do and if they want to spend it on me, then let them. I'd rather be ugly than a slag' -Nicole

I felt so confident that I actually replied to her. I mean why was I even scared in the first place. I lay on bed feeling more relaxed and I actually felt so much happier. Maybe Chloe will start being nice to me.

PING!

'You stupid little bitch! How dare you call me a slag, watch out tomorrow, I'm going to fucking kill you. I'm not jealous of you and Adam!? Why would I be when I have James?? Watch your back, I'm after you, or just kill yourself whilst you're at it' -Chloe

As soon as I read that I felt scared. I felt as if all the air had been sucked out of me. Like all the happiness had left the world. I was truly frightened of what was yet to happened. I was anxious of tomorrow and what she'd do to me. My hands were shaking and I felt a need to cut myself. I needed to relive the pain I felt within.

I got out of bed and I went through the back of the cupboard and grabbed the knife. I let the knife do the rest of the work. It pierced through my skin and I saw red seeping out. The knife was covered in blood and I continue to cut myself until I felt better. I placed the knife back in the cupboard and went into the bathroom. I washed my arms which were now completely covered in blood. It stung but it wouldn't be as bad as the pain I'd get tomorrow from Chloe.

I went back to my bedroom and lay in my bed. Did I feel better now that I sent Chloe a text? No, I felt worse. I cried myself to sleep. I was the same girl that everyone hates. I'll never be happy and that hurts. It hurts like hell.

She was alone. She was unhappy. He wanted to make her happy. As the days went, Adam felt less pain each day about his mother. As the days went, Nicole felt worse. She was getting worse. There's a point she'll reach when she can no longer cope. And she'll no longer go on. Every single pain she felt would go. She'd no longer be physically and verbally abused by anyone as she wouldn't be no more. For she was the girl that was slowly dying...
And nothing could stop that.

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