Grande Suicide- Ariana Grande fic

Chapter Six (Tris :D)

I didn't know why I'd invited her in. She sat, cradling a cup of tea, on one of the chairs at the kitchen table, looking innocent enough. Except she wasn't innocent. She killed my sister for God's sake! She was a murderer! So really, she had no excuse to stop crying. To supposedly stop being sentimental.

"My user was @qutiepea." she told me. I nodded. "When I got your dm I started to cry...I didn't know it would go this far."

I sipped my lemonade and placed it on the side.

"Well, thanks for confessing," I replied. "But why did you hate?"

"Oh, it goes back," she laughed uncertainly. "I was seven. I was so excited to meet Ariana. My parents paid for backstage tickets for one of her concerts and I was honestly so excited. But then...you know when she got ill?"

"Yeah, she could barely talk."

Kariah gulped.

"Well, her concert got cancelled and being seven that was it. Ariana was my bloody sworn enemy,  even though I'd never met her. I thought it was so careless that she could do that, and just scam millions of fans so she could get some money."

I look her in the eyes,  not sure what to make of her. I guess her idol let her down when she was an impressionable seven year old, yet nobody can control being ill.

"She almost died then." I told her solemnly. "She couldn't physically eat anything.  She didn't have the energy to speak and all she did was sleep. She was taken to the hospital and liquified food had to be injected into her veins. Luckily she survived."

She took a nervous sip of her tea. That's when I lost it.

"You don't even bloody care,  do you?!" I shouted, standing up and slamming my fists on the table. "You don't give a bloody crap that you were responsible for the murder of my sister, who didn't attend one concert. One. Big bloody deal! And no, we didn't pocket the money. Everyone was given their money back. Even your parents!  Who are you going to hate on next? Bethany Mota for not posting a video because she's impossibly busy?" Selena Gomez for a having an unavoidable typo on her tattoo?" For a moment, I thought this unbreakable girl was going to shed a tear. But she simply placed her cup on the table.

"Well, if Selena actually bothered to find a proper translator..."

Oh. She had pushed it too far.

"Get the hell out!" I screamed. She stayed firm in her seat. Mom came running and saw my state. She took a deep breath.

"I think you need to leave."

Then finally Kariah got up and left.

"Mom..." I broke down in tears.

"I know,  honey," she wrapped her arms around me. "Even if we can't bring Ariana back, we will sort this. "