A "fine" life

Chapter 23

" Angle were going to be late what's taking so long! " Connor was stressing out we had 1 hour until our plane left and he was afraid we would miss it.

I stared at my arms In silence what if the people at vidicon notice my scars? what will they say? Tears formed in my eyes. "Angel it's not a good time for this" I thought frantically. I grabbed my blade and some makeup and left the bathroom. "Oh my gosh you take forever!" Connor said acting really annoyed, he didn't notice me crying because he couldn't see my face. My back was turned to him. I ran upstairs grabbed my suitcase and ran back to Connor, by then tears where streaming down my face, my make up everywhere.

Connor still didn't see me he was on tumbler, like always. I sighed ran out the door and got in the car. I at in the back so Connor couldn't see me I needed to calm down. Connor came to the car so I acted like I dropped something. " why are you in the back seat ? " He questioned me. As cheerfully as I could I said "I want more room to spread out." "Whatever!" Connor mumbled and stated to drive. By the time we were at the airport I had redone my makeup and fixed my hair. we went through the airport like every one else did, I miss those days when we were normal.

It's not until we were halfway to L.A. that I fell apart. Everything was going fine. It was my first plane ride but I wasn't scared, I was relaxed. For some odd reason heights relaxed me. Connor was on his laptop and I was just starring out the window. Then a supper skinny yet very mussily flight attendant came by. She knew Connor from his videos, that surprised me he's not a very big YouTuber. The flight attendant was about my age, maybe older. She looked familiar but I shook it off. I started to scroll through my Instagram feed. that's wen I noticed the first comment. "I see those scars have gotten deeper? Why haven't you killed yourself already. No one cares about you your life is FAKE! You destroy everyone and everything you touch. Your a waste of space. Do the world a favor and just kill yourself. " the comment stung, because I believed almost every word that day was not my day. I clicked on the account that sent the hate to me. It was the flight attendant. She looked back at me and smiled then very thing went black.

" We're almost there sleepy wake up it's to pretty to miss" Connor was shaking me but i didn't move. " get up and when we land I'll buy Starbucks" I darted awake. My eyes stung. " are you ok? " Connor asked concerned. I broke. " Connor I want to die! no one loves me. my life sucks. the world doesn't need me. Even if they did I'm to broken to be fixed. I need help. everything falls apart and when I try to forget The memories are brought back by my scars." I mumbled into his shoulder. "Look even strangers notice it" I tried to show him the comment but it was gone. I looked for the flight attendant one was a man and the other at least 40 it was a dream.

Connor just hugged me. Then gave me an ear bud and together we watched different YouTube videos for the rest of the plane ride.