Thirty-five

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Nicks POV

I really don't want to be here with my pathetic sister. Even though she's older and "wiser" it doesn't mean I don't know what's going on. I'm old enough to know that my stupid sister wants to kill herself. I wish she just would already.

Most guys my age with older sisters get some attention because other guys will wanna be your friend and get to "know" your "hot" sister. But no...my sister is a lame, pathetic, suicidal freak who only cares about herself.

HAZELS POV

"soooo what's new" I ask.

"Oh my God are you really gonna talk to me" he said.

"Look I was just trying to be ni-"

"Just shut up. Nobody likes you. Couldn't I have a cool sister?"

"I thought having (now) 7.8 million vine followers and getting recognized everyone was pretty cool"

"Yeah well not really" nick says. "Everyone always wants to tell me about YOU YOU YOU cuz YOU are Hazel Smith and YOU are a Vine Star and a Youtuber and YOU are popular on social media"

"Is this what it's about?" I ask. "Because I'm in the spotlight and not you? I never asked for this. This is called life dork rod"

"Just shut up and kill yourself"

That hurt.

"GET OUT" I say.

"FINE I'm going in the waiting room. I don't wanna catch depression from sitting with you"

He walked out of the room.

I grabbed my makeup bag and took out my lil friend. I cut 1...2...3....4 not too deep. It couldn't be deep because the doctors would ask what happened. And if I tell then they'll ask if I need help BLAH BLAH BLAH.

I had bandages in my room so I just wrapped my wrists with that.

Finally I decide to catch up on some social media. I made a quick vine.

**the vine video**

Scenario:

(Hazel takes a vine in her hospital bed)

"Hey guys! I just wanted to let you know that I'm fine and everything's okay!

Thanks for your support! Love you!"

**

I posted the vine and instantly got loops upon loops. I then posted a tweet similar to the vine. On Instagram I posted a pic of me in bed holding a piece of paper saying "I'm okay" "thanks for live and support"

I have to admit, internet people are much nicer than actual life. Did that make sense? huh. I wonder if my brother is still here.

I open up my Mac and it says

3 new messages 1 video

I click on them and of course it was my mystery blackmailer.

I don't even look at it all. I immediately write an email back to this weird address and say, "listen I don't care who you are, I don't care if you want me to die, I don't care if you go to my school. Just stop bothering me"

I sent it. I fell asleep for a couple hours. When I woke up, there was another email. It was the mystery blackmailer...

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