7 Days With You

1

"Ariana, what the hell are you wearing?"

The smile on my face got wiped away. I stared at my best friend with wide eyes. Then I sighed. I really should've gotten used to it.

"Um, a dress?" I said frowning.

Sally closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if she was very disappointed. "I can see that you're wearing a dress, dumbass," I lowered my head in shame. "My problem is-", she stated, slowly as if I was a toddler who wouldn't understand what she was saying. "-that you there are flowers on the dress"

"What's wrong with flowers? I find the dress pretty." I shrugged and Sally looked at me in horror.

"Flowers on a dress are so 2017." she said while shaking her head. I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I don't care, Sally. Today is a special day for me and all you're doing is worrying about my dress," I muttered and she raised one eyebrow. "What special day? Is it the anniversary of your mom's death?" she asked without any compassion.

I inhaled sharply, tears filling my eyes.

"It's my birthday, Sally." I whispered.

Sally looked at her perfectly manicured nails. "Oh. Happy Birthday." she said, sounding bored.

Yeah, that's what I called my best friend. I really had a miserable life.

Which was going to end soon anyways.

***
I was surprised. Like really surprised.

Blake Dawson, the school's golden boy, quarterback and player had just gratulated me for my birthday.

How would he know when my birthday was when even my best friend didn't?

This was unusual. But it's not like it would change anything in my life.

I had to stick to my plan.

***
With shaking hands I looked for my key in my bag.

"Hello, Ariana!" I jump backwards in shock and turn around. It was just Mrs Rosewood, our neighbour.

I put on a forced smile. "Hello, Mrs Rosewood", I said and she threw me a smile. "How was your day, dear?", she asked curiously and I gritted my teeth. "It was good. And yours?" She laughed. She was a seventy-year old woman whose husband had died one year ago because of a heart attack.

"Oh, you know, I try to keep up, but without Harold it's hard," she smiled sadly and my chest tightened. "But I shouldn't be babbling about this sad stuff," she hastily said and I bit my lower lip. "I saw your dad leaving the house about an hour ago." she informed me and I almost started crying in relief.

For the first time in such a long time I had luck. "Thanks for letting me know, Mrs Rosewood."

"No problem, dear. Have a good day."

"The best day ever," I muttered.

Since Mason, my step-dad, wasn't at home I threw my bag at the floor the second I entered and ran upstairs where I locked the door to my room behind me.

I had everything prepared.

I opened the top drawer of my desk where I had placed a knife, which I realised was completely unnecessary since Mason wasn't at home.

I took it out and rolled my sleeves up. If you are asking yourself if I'm going to kill myself in my own room, the answer is yes. I don't care if my blood will be everywhere, because Mason will be the one to deal with it. That's the least he deserves.

I stared down at my hands which were trembling crazily and took a deep breath.

It was not like I had to lose anything, right? I could count the people who cared about me on one hand.

I closed my eyes and cut my wrists with the knife. I wheezed because of the pain that shot through my body and tried to hold back the tears.

Then I slid downwards with the knife to my veins. Blood started swelling from the wound and I did the same to my other arm, before dropping the knife.

I closed my eyes and let myself slide down the wall. The pain was severe, really severe, but I didn't really care. I had done it.

I was finally free.

*****
End of the first chapter.

Whew, this was hard to write. I know, I know it's kind of depressing but it will get better I promise!

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