This is life.

50(p1) ➤ Dumb

A/N- Special chapter! Wow I can't believe I've written half a hundred chapters for this book. I forget how much time I've spent on this and how much effort I've actually put into it, it's been too long, really.

Now some of you said you wanted it to be Jason. That's sweet, I love the amount of energy and interest you show in my book...but I don't think that's physically possible, considering they're in different states. LOOOL. I know I'm going off the plot but TRUST ME. It may take a while, but what goes around comes around, in other words what you guys want will eventually happen! I don't want to give too much away since I'm really excited but I'll just say I reckon you guys will be happy with what I have in mind for the next few chapters of the book.

Unexpected, yes. Weird, yes. Entertaining and mind-fucking? Double yes.

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"Oh god." I whispered. "What are you going to do now?" Amy whispered to me. Her voice was taunting, I was too distracted to be able to make out her lack of concern and seriousness. I shook my head, feeling bemused and trapped. "I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to..." I press my lips into a thin line when I scan the room. She's gone. That's a good thing for now, in my opinion.

I look down at my hand and took in deep breaths and I took a hold of the small visible metal poking out of my palm. I force myself to pull it out, but shriek quietly when I feel how deep it really is. It was stuck. It was really stuck. I managed to pull an amount of it out, but the rest hurt too much. I was too fearful to attempt to pull out what was left.

"Britney."

My body freezes. The way she said my name told me that she knew what I was doing.

"I've been through this too many times with you. I'm not clueless and I'm not scared." Rachel sooths. "Don't worry, I've sobered up. Open the door. I'll help clean you up." She said softly. "Come on. Open the door for me." She tries. I shook my head as I let out small cries under my breath. I tried to move my body, but it was extremely hard. I gave up and stayed in my spot.

"You don't want to see it again, Rachel. I don't, I don't want you to see me." I told her. She still wouldn't listen. "I said open the door." She repeats. I sighed in defeat. "I can't....I can't move." I whimpered. I hear her bring her fist onto the door in vexation, and she groans pitifully. "God Britney," I hear her cry. The door handle rattles a bit. "I'm getting the key." Before I could protest she walks away, I hear her footsteps from the other side of the door and I hit the ground in frustration with my hand. I shrill in pain as I held it, realising I had forgotten about the blade.

I hear the doorhandle rattle again and I stare at it in contempt.

This is going to explode in my face. I know it will.

The door is unlocked before it opened slowly. I looked at the ground in shame as I hear her gasp in shock at the sight. "Where is it?" She questions demandingly. I didn't respond and she repeats her question firmer.

"Where the hell is it?"

I bring my hand in sight and she put hers over her mouth in appal. "I told you it was bad. You don't listen." I muttered angrily. "I don't listen? Really? That's your defence?" She yelled. She closed the door behind her as she fell to her knees beside me. "Take it out." I whispered. She looked at me fearfully before her eyes go to my hand. She runs her hand through her hair stressfully as she bit her lip out of anxiousness. This must be so uncomfortable for her.

"Take it out., please," I begged. She held my hand gently in hers, apologising quickly before yanking on the blade. I brought my free hand to my mouth, not wanting to create a scene by screaming. My heart races as I saw the blood gush out continuously. She threw the blade to the other side of the bathroom floor before jumping to her feet and racing behind my body. As quickly as she went she came back with a white towel. I cried in her chest as she held my head.