Ariana Grande's Little Sister

Phone

Elle's POV
I hold the shiny metal over my pale skin. Another tears escapes my eyes. Suddenly, I feel a light tap on my shoulder and turn around to see Ariana with tear stained cheeks.

"Please, don't," She sniffs, looking at the blade. She takes a step closer.

"For me." She says.

I look at her in the eyes and slam the blade down.

"Why are you so selfish?!" I yell.

"I-"

"I could of spoken to my dad!" I shout, "I could of finally talked with my dad!" Tears start rolling down my cheeks

"You've ruined everything, Ariana, I hope you're happy!" I continue.

She looks at me, her eye streaming with tears, and just nods, then walks out.

Ariana's POV
I'm so selfish. I'm the worst sister anyone could ever ask for. I thought I was helping Elle but all I did was ruin one of her dreams. I'm so dumb. I don't deserve my sister.

I slowly walk towards my rooms, my vision blurry due to all the tears, and flop onto my bed. I cry and cry, eventually crying myself to sleep.

Elle's POV
I tiptoe over to Ariana's room, quietly grabbing her phone. I sprint back to my room and turn on her phone. Crap. What's the password?

Maybe her birthday?
260693
No

My birthday?
110604
No

Ugh. What the hell is it? Maybe my name on the code thingy?
3553
YES!

Finally. I scroll through her contacts, looking for my dad. After a few minutes, I finally see the contact "Dad." Without hesitating, I press dial. The phone rings for a while until I finally hear a masculine voice.

"Hey, Ariana," He sighs.

"I'm not Ariana, I'm Elle." I say.