1-800/ Grayson Dolan

2

~your pov~

I walk through my front door and immediately run up the stairs and lock the door.

"ARIANNA!" I heard Charlie scream from downstairs.

"What!" I groaned.

"Come clean this mess! Im going out with Ethan!" She yelled and then slamming her door.

I put on my playlist and the music boomed throughout the house. I changed my pants into shorts and kept my hoodie on.

I put my hair in a messy bun and walked downstairs to see dirty dishes everywhere.

How did she do this in the five minutes she was here?!?

I scrubbed the nasty ass dishes, cringing every time I touched the wet food that she didn't even dare to throw away.

I finished putting all the dishes in the cabinet and I ran back upstairs.

In the bathroom I had a fresh set of blades to use.

I sat on the toilet, letting the blade cut my skin as blood poured out slowly.

I did a few cuts. I look out the window and I see Grayson, Ethan's twin, walking in the sidewalk looking upset and with a bag from Walgreens.

What if he saw?

The window is by the toilet, which is next to the street that he was walking on.

I rolled down my sleeves and threw out the blade. I got in bed and threw the covers over my body.

~

My eyes fluttered open as I had overslept and it was 4am. I crawled out of bed because I couldn't fall asleep again no matter how much I wanted to.

I tiptoed down the wooden steps earning loud creaks for each step. I reached the bottom and walked over to the kitchen for an ice pack.

"What are you doing" I flinched at the voice and turned around.

Charlie

"G-getting an ice pack" I said turning back around and opening the freezer.

"Why?" She asked annoyingly.

"Because Hannah beat the shit out of me and you boyfriend fucking punched me in the face" I said.

"You don't need ice, get your ass back upstairs" she said. I turned around and raised an eyebrow for a confused look.

"Don't look at me like that unless you want to get smacked" she growled.

"Aren't you worried that your fake ass acrylic nails with break?" I asked. I wasn't scared of my sister. She is too worried about hurting herself when she wants to hurt me.

I'm only scared of what she can make happen.

"Watch tomorrow" she said.

I started walking past her and my sleeve got caught onto something but it exposed my cuts. Her eyes went down she scanned my cuts.

"You should just kill yourself you know. No one will miss you" she said laughing at me.

I made my way back upstairs and hurried to the bathroom.

I took out a blade and cut my arm as if it was meat on a cutting board. Watching as the blood leaked around my arm and little drops on the floor.

I quickly cleaned everything up with paper towels and toilet paper. I crawl back in bed crashed.

~

"Oh sweetie wake up" my mother asked. I opened my eyes to see her hovering over me.

"I don't feel good" I told her.

"What happened to your face?" She asked.

"Walked into a wall today during rush hour" I said.

"Your n-nose looks a bit broken" she said.

"It's fine mom I just don't feel good" I said.

"Okay well, call if you need anything" she said walking out of my room.

I laid there thinking about everything

"You should just kill yourself you know. No one will miss you"

"Hey loser wait up"

"Fuck you Arianna, no wonder you don't have any friends"

"Don't look at me like that unless you want to get smacked"

"Hey don't get blood on the bag! I don't want AIDS"

"Yo nerd ball! Do my work"

"She's lying babe, she always has money on her"

"Hey loser, give me your money!"

"Arianna, you can't hide, I could smell your cat piss of a scent from here"

"She's weird"

"What's wrong with her"

"I don't like her, I don't know why. I just don't"

"I can't even look at her"

I felt a tear drip to side of my face. Those are the things I would here on a daily basis. I didn't like it, but I couldn't do anything about it.

Is it really worth suicide though?

Fuck it

I picked up my phone and searched suicide hotline. The number came up and I clicked it.

"Hello?"

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