Sluts & Suicide

e c c e d e n t e s i a s t

    eccedentesiast: (n) a person who fakes a smile

     Emme wake to the familiar sound of her parents fighting. Oh how great. Another thing to mope over, a voice inside her head spoke. She let out a depressed groan and went to her walk-in closet to look for some suitable clothes.

     She picked out a wine colored, long sleeved, v-neck shirt that showed of her cleavage. It wasn't her choice to dress like a slut, but she had to put up that facade. Something to convince people she was okay, even though she knew that was something she couldn't remember feeling.

     To go with the shirt, she picked out a very short, black lace, mini skirt. She took a chaste cold shower and blow-dryed her hair and brushed through it. She then continued to cake on make up to cover the dark circles that had formed from countless nights in which sleep wouldn't come.

     If someone knew about her cutting, they would wonder how in hell she managed to have sex without letting the other person see them. Well, she caked foundation and concealer over them. She didn't cut every night, only because most nights she was satisfying some boy.

    With one look in the mirror, Emme wanted to break down. But she couldn't that. She couldn't risk her parents hearing her sobs and ruin her makeup. She let out a tired sigh and look for a pair of heels, even though it kills her feet to wear them everyday. Luckly she was used to the pain by now.

     She spotted a pair Louboutin beige stilettos and she slipped them on. They felt uncomfortable, but soon, her feet felt numb. Her hand slid around the straps to her Louis Vuitton bag. She slung it over her shoulder and headed down the stairs of the three story house.

     Her heels clacked with every step she took. She entered the kitchen and Kim and Bruno Paige shot their heads towards her. Obviously, Emme had interupted a fight. Why hadn't they already divorced? They both had enough money to sustain an entire country.

     "Emerson! Where do you're think you're going dressed up like a... like a whore," her mother asked with an enraged tone. The term hurt Emme more than she'd like to admit, and she cringed at her mother's use of her full name.

     "School, mother," she replied, her voice almost a whisper. Her mother gave her a disapproving look and Emme sighed. "I can't deal with your petty shit mom. Not today. Okay?"

     Kim looked taken aback from Emme's use of vulgar language. She scoffed and left the room, probably to head off to do some work.

     As always, her dad gave her a once over and went back to ignoring her exsistence. She had no idea why, but he had always hated her. And it pained her to feel the waves of hatred roll off him.

     As usual, she got a call from one of the girls in her court. And by court, it means the group of girls the claim to be her friends. But it was only Jessica.

     Emme pressed the accept button and a scratchy, high pitched voice came through.

     "Emme! I'm outside. Hurry up," Jessica exclaimed.
    
     "Okay, okay. Just let me grab my chemistry textbook and I'll be right out," Emme said with as much patience she could muster up.

     Jessica let out an agitated sigh. "Fine."

     Emme hurried over to the dining table and grabbed the stupid textbook. It was heavy and it made her frustrated. The information given to her only becomes a tangled mess in her head from all of the confusing vocabulary.

     It was a bit chili out, but she couldn't let it bother her. Not when she had a reputaion to keep up.

     She slid into Jessi's black Mercedes Benz. Jessi automatically started rambling about the most recent gossip; it was as if a flip had been switched. They pulled up at a starbucks, like routine.

     "Just get me a black coffee, nothing special," Emme bit out with an audacious tone.

     "Geez, okay. No need to be so rude," Jessi bit back. With that, she left the car and marched inside, trying to make herself look sexy.

     Emme sighed, already tired of people. She bent down and rummaged through her bag for her phone. Her hand gripped the cooled backing of her phone and pulled it out. She pressed her thumb to the home button. Soon enough, a bright screen glared back at her. She went straight to the messaging app and viewed all the texts her "friends" had sent her.

From Suri
we need to go on a  shopping spree this afternoon

From Josh
Hey! Can ya come over tonight😉

From Natalie
New Gossip!! Must hear. Will tell you when I
see you @ school.

     Emme groaned. Gossip was the last thing she wanted. The driver's door opened and Jesdi filled the empty seat. She handed Emme har coffee and started on their way to school.

     The second they walked into school, Emme was surrounded by her court. Words and gossip were thrown in her face and they started suffocating her. She took large strides towards her locker.

     At one point, some boy rudely slapped her ass. It stung but she only turmed to hom and gave a sultry look and winked. He blew a kiss and she pretended to catch it.

     She internally screamed. This wasn't her. She was supposed to be a happy girl. She was supposed to he dressed in jeans, a sweater, and converse. But that girl managed to dis-appear. It hurt her how much she missed the old her. The one the actually enjoyed life.

     Her eyes started to fill with tears, but she blinked them back. She finally she got to her locker and went to unlock it. But when she did, bright pink goop splattered all over her. She screeched. Her outfit was ruined. This was her favorite shirt.

     Two presences walked up behind her and Emme slowly turned around. Becca Jackson stood behind her along with her best friend, Marrisa Debua.

     "That's what you get for sleeping with my boyfriend, slut," Becca snarled. She should've seen this coming. Vinny had come over saying that he was stressed. She should've refused.

     People all around started laughing at Emme. Even her court stood by the sidelines. Tears welled up in her eyes and she raced to the bathroom. She started crying, sobbing actually, as she tried to get the sticky goop off of her. Much of it was on her shirt, face, and in her hair.

     The bathroom door creaked open and and a black haired girl walked in. She seemed to be cautious of Emme. And after a couple minutes of her plainly giving Emme a pity stare as she sobbed, she spoke up.

     "You need some help?"

     "No," Emme said tersely, even though her body was still racking with sobs. The girl sighed and went to help her anyways.

     "You know, sleeping with her boyfriends wasn't nice, you shouldn't have done it," she said quietly. Emme felt a pain disperse in her chest. Another person was against her. This is exactly what she didn't need.

     Emme could only stare at herself in the mirror as the girl picked off pink goop. She looked into her eyes and saw how broken she really was.

     She couldn't go the rest of the day looking like the mess she was. Of course you can't. You look awful. Not that you didn't before this pink shit was spewed all over you, the voice said again.
    
     The black hair girl spoke again. "What she did to you wasn't nice either." Then she walked out.

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Hello! I hope you enjoyed chapter one of Sluts & Suicide. I've decided to make this a series. The booka can not be read as stand alones!! I am planning a romance in this book between two of the characters. But anyways, please vote, coment, and share!

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