Don't Break My Heart (A BajanCanadian Fanfiction)

Chapter 38 ~ Gunshots

I'm going to do a Cryaotic fanfiction after I finish this one, I think. :D

~~~{Alia's P.O.V}~~~

I was doing my makeup (I like to try some new techniques/styles/looks when I'm not doing anything) when my doorbell rang. Who would be calling now? It was pouring.

I left my makeup half-finished and walked up to my front door. I had just gotten back from Mitch and Jerome's house, after Jerome said Destiny wasn't there anymore.

I opened the door and a sopping wet Destiny tumbled in. I mean it literally. She must have been leaning on the door because I opened the door and she fell face-first onto the carpet.

"Destiny!" I exclaimed, surprised. "Why are you here?"

Destiny dragged herself off of the 'WELCOME' carpet and looked up at me. Her face was still a mess.

"Can I stay the night?" She rasped.

I blinked a couple times, then nodded and helped her get off the floor. I closed the door so the torrent of rain would stop coming in.

"You should take a shower," I suggested. "It's right this way."

I led my best friend to my shower, letting her lean on me.

"Thanks," she said, trying to close the door. Before she could, I remembered something and darted inside.

"What?" Destiny muttered drowsily, too tired to elaborate more. Or maybe just too done with life.

I managed a forced smile. "Can you get out for a minute, please? It's, uh, a little messy. I'll be done in a second."

She looked skeptical, but she left the room. I closed and locked the door, then stepped in the shower. There was my razor, which I only used for shaving (duh!). I put it in my pocket and checked the drawers for anything sharp. There was a broken pipe I had replaced. It was too big for any of my pockets, so...

I shoved it in my bra. (LOL I DIED WRITING THIS XD)

I opened the door again and smiled at Destiny.

"I cleaned it up! Come on in," I told her, walking out and letting Kawaii in. "Just don't lock the door. The door....it gets a little...temperamental when you lock it," I lied.

She nodded and closed the door.

I walked back to my bedroom and sat at my makeup desk, hearing the high-pitched whistling of the shower start.

I pulled the pipe out of my bra and jammed it in one of the drawers. Then I took the razor out, turning it over in my hands. How could anyone turn a simple shaving item into a self-harming device?

I imagined scars on my wrist, then shuddered and put the razor down. On an impulse, I snapped the handle in half, bent the metal part, and threw it in the garbage. I'll get a new one later.

I picked up some of my makeup tools and applied sparkly gold stuff on both of my eyelids. I made a cat-eye, then finished my foundation by applying it to the other half of my face. It made my skin almost glow.

I picked up my golden lipstick and smothered my lips with it.

I found my gold hoop earrings and put them in.

I stared in the mirror, wondering what else I should do.

I applied a little blush until my cheeks were rosy, then grabbed my phone and snapped a picture. I uploaded it to Instagram and smiled.

"You look pretty," a voice said. I jumped and turned around, but it was Destiny.

"Thanks. What do you think of it?" I asked. I didn't get honest opinions much, since everyone that followed me on Instagram only said I looked "pretty" because I was Jerome's girlfriend.

Destiny's eyes searched my face for a while. "I think you look really cool. The gold brings out the green flecks in your eyes," she said finally.

I smiled, looking in the mirror again and tilting my face. "Thanks."

"Can you teach me to do it?"

I turned my head sharply. Destiny didn't seem like the type to want to do makeup. Well, I guess I didn't seem like the type to want to do makeup either.

"Sure. What do you want to do?" I asked. This time I searched her face. She picked up my phone and examined the photo.

"I'm guessing you don't really want me alone with all of your makeup?"

I smiled ruefully. "That's true. But you could apply the makeup and I could just supervise," I offered.

She smiled back at me. "That sounds great."

And then we heard the gunshot.

SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS!