Aria's POV
My stomach churned as my stumbling legs made its crooked way to the bathroom. My body throwing itself over the cistern and the bowl to belch out the vomit I had held in before.
I didn't care anymore.
"Aria please...you have to stop this. I can't leave you like thi--"
"SHUT UPPPP......ughhhhh.....," I groaned as I wiped the puke off my cheek.
"And don't call me Aria bitch. I'm your baby...what happened to you calling me baby...I thought you'd never leave m-m-m-m-m....."
Ugh, forget it. Whats the point of holding it all in. My legs gave way and I wept and wept on the bathroom floor.
Minutes passed. Hours. It felt like an eternity.
Did he leave me in this state? Did he leave me to sleep on my own vomit?
I thought...
I thought he loved me.
My vision cleared and realized I was alone in my apartment.
Right.
Derek was gone.
The alarm rang to alert me that my first lecture was in an hour.
The clock shattered on the floor. I think I threw it. I don't recall.
I don't care.
Screw the lectures, screw life.
I ran to the kitchen, and there she lay. She was beautiful. I held the steak knife to my throat and panted a prayer.
Wait.
"Patience my dear. you'll die soon enough. Make him pay for it. Let your blood be on his hands......"
The bell rang. Oh, don't people have other people to bother?
I peeped through the peephole to find the bastard himself with a bouquet of my favorite roses.
Red roses.
Blood red.
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He put the Noose around my neck
RandomAria is struggling to live without her boyfriend of 3 years when he decides to end things in a cold manner. Plunged into depression, she plans her suicide as revenge against the man who broke her heart. Little does she know that one thing will stand...
