you're not alone [k.q]

*chapter 30*

GUYS, ROBINS DEAD.! WHAT AM I GONNA DO?? idek. ACTUALLY I KNOW, BUT YOU DONT. (: Ilysm read, vote comment. please read my other story. ahhh.

Sorry this a/n is like three years long. without further ado...

OLIS POV

When I saw the look on Anna's face, I knew that she had no idea that Robin committed suicide. I figured that she knew because Robin was her best friend. I mean, yeah Robin's mom kept in on the low, but I was going to surprise Anna, so I went to Robin's house. Her mom told me that Robin had killed herself. I asked if Anna knew. Her mom said Anna would be the first to know. That lying bastard. How can you keep a girl's suicide from her best friend.

That's also the reason why I didn't confront her about Kellin. I mean, we are technically dating, so I don't want to immediately believe what Kellin said. I trust Anna to tell the truth.

ANNAS POV

Crushed.

Alone.
Betrayed.

How could she! We literally just hung out together at the mall like three days ago. Why would she kill herself? I know that Mitch's death had a huge effect on her, but I didn't think it was this bad.

I snatched my backpack from off of the floor and stormed out of the classroom, with Miss Helgadore ordering me to come back. I kept walking, though. Nobody in that god damned class was allowed to see me cry.

"Anna, wait!" Oliver called from behind me. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, let alone the guy I'm basically cheating on. I turned around anyway, and that was when Oliver took me into his arms and held my tightly. I cried into his chest, grieving my best friend's death. Mascara and eyeliner was probably smeared all across my face, but I didn't care. Robin was fucking gone.

Now I know how Kellin felt when Mitch died a few weeks ago. He felt as if his entire world had been ripped into shreds, like there was no real future for him. Any idea of happiness was gone. Robin was happiness. She was my best friend.

Wails and moans of sorrow and grief escaped my lips as I cried into Oliver's chest. He cooed, trying to comfort me. I was inconsolable.

I pulled away, covering my face so Oliver couldn't actually see my tears, and I ran to the doors nearby. I heard Oliver's footsteps behind me, and I knew what I needed him to do. He needed to take me home, right then and there.

"Oliver," I croaked."Take me home, please." My voice was a blurry, undecipherable sound. He said, "Yeah, of course," and led me to his black car.

Not even his sweet scent could stop my tears from falling. I cried the whole way to my house, wanting to be held by my mother. I knew even that could not soothe me, but any idea of comfort could ease my troubled, broken mind.

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I didn't even thank Oliver as I opened the car door and raced for the house. The moment I walked through the door, I cried out, "Mom!!" I saw her whip her head around the corner that lead to the kitchen. She did a double take when she saw me.

Immediately, she fell into a heap of tears. I threw my backpack off and wrapped my arms around her neck. I cried into her shoulder, wailing because the loss of my best friend still hurt. It felt like a knife jabbing into my head, and then somebody scalping me.

"Did you know?" I asked, as we lie on the couch, hugging each other tightly. She nodded, her cheeks just as flushed as mine.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded. My voice was not very assertive, though, due to the face that I had cried and screamed for an hour straight.

"Can I tell you something, sweet heart?" she asked, her voice soft.

I nodded and she began.