Guilt // C.H.

Chapter 13: Hannah

I hate him. I hate him so much. I can't believe I loved  that guy. Ew.

"Hannah, what are you doing here? Calum said you left quickly. What happened?" Amber entered in my room.

"Nothing." I whispered.

"Okay..." She shrugged.

"At least I won't have to see that, that, ugh! Whatever he is, never again!" I whisper-shouted.

"What? Who are you talking about? Anyway, here you go." She said giving me a piece of paper.

"What's that...? No, no, I'm not going!" I yelled as I saw it was another ticket.

"Why? You are really weird today!" Amber raised an eyebrow.

"It's... just..  I feel sick. I c-can't go, sorry!" I fake smiled.

"But it's in four days, maybe you'll get better..." She said.

"NOPE. I mean... no, it's okay, really." I cut her off.

She didn't answer, she just raised her eyebrow again and went to the kitchen.

I cried again that night. And the next one as well.

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*four days later*

"You're sure you're not coming?" Amber asked looking for her purse.

I didn't answer but I coughed showing to Amber I'm still sick and not able to go.

"Ok, byee!" She waved leaving our apartment.

I locked myself in my room and almost fell asleep when someone knocked on my door.

"What do you want, Amber?" I groaned.

No one answered.

I got up and unlocked my door, making the person open them. It wasn't Amber.

"Not you again, Calum!" I groaned.

"Do I bother you? Can I talk to you?" He asked, and before I answered he was already sitting on the edge of my bed.

My room was a mess but I didn't care.

"What?" I asked not interested in what he had to tell me.

He didn't say anything.

"I have stuff to do, you better hurry." I said angrily to break the silence.

"Um, do y-you hate me?" He asked.

I wanted to say yes, but instead of that I started thinking.

I didn't hate Calum. I couldn't ever hate him. I love him, I am just pretty hurt about what he said about me.

But my tongue was faster than my mind.

"I'm not saying I don't." I gulped.

"What kind of answer is that?" He asked.

"If you came to judge, you can leave." I pouted.

"Okay then. Why do you hate me?" Calum asked again.

I didn't say anything.

"What the hell have I done to you?" He raised his voice.

"Nothing!" I yelled and walked away but he followed me and grabbed my arm.

"Stop. Please. I'm sorry. It's just... we barely know each other and I don't know why do you act like this." He whispered.

"Do you think everybody has to like you?" I said and mentally slapped myself for being rude.

He looked down for a second and then walked out of my room. "They're waiting for me. I have to go."

I threw a look outside my window and I saw him leaving without the other boys.

I cried again that night. And I found a little blade under my bed. You might guess what happened next.