TILL DEATH DO US PART {COMPLETED}

Happy birthday?

Becky's POV
Today's the day, you know that day that's supposed to be your favourite of the whole year, the one everyone makes sure to be extra nice on.

For me the only positive thing about this day is that it's a constant reminder of how awfully closer to the grave i've gotten.

Apart from that, this day, the one which marks the moment I opened my eyes to behold this dreadful world and took my first breath of air polluted by deception, filled with dreadful people is the worst day of my life.

The most difficult part of it all, is having to wear a store bought smile throughout the day to avoid questioning from people or hurting their feelings.

This day is a constant reminder of everything wrong with my life and I hate it more than I hate myself and that's alot.

Seth's been acting strange since this morning like he's hiding something, I'd ask him about him but if he hasn't told me already, means he has a reason for it and I have a bad feeling that I don't want to find out what it is.

He hasn't wished me a happy birthday yet,in fact he's acting like he doesn't even know or remember today's my birthday. I'm glad I don't have to pretend or anything but I just can't help but feel like I'm not important enough for him to remember it's my birthday. I mean today's the day partners look forward to the most apart from maybe Valentine's day.

Just more of a reason to recoil deeper into my shell. Just that my shell isn't one of solitude it's one of despair, regret and self despise.

I'm alone in the Masters bedroom, just feeling sour when Charlotte excitedly bursts into the room and onto the bed, lieing beside me.

" Ugh... you seriously need to see a therapist for your inability to knock on the door" I grumble.
" Get over it grumpy face!" She exclaims and I roll my eyes at her.

" You know what today is" she says in a sing songey tone.
" January 30th, what's the big deal?" I ask faking ignorance.
" It's your birthday silly!" She exclaims and I act like I just remembered.

" Soooooo...let's go have some fun" she says with an excitement so contagious that I would've caught it if not for my inhumanly high immunity.

" I think I'd rather stay home and hit the gym" I say dryly.  " C'mon!" Charlotte pushes, giving me her best puppy eyes. " No, Charlotte... besides, this bed is far too comfortable to leave"
" Okay, I understand and totally respect your decision" Charlotte says dissapointely as she slowly rises from the bed. I don't look at her to avoid feeling guilty. I marvel at how mature she's acting for the first time ever.

I should've known better.

In seconds I'm on the floor with the bed half on top of me. I glare at Charlotte who's laughing so hard, with her face so red. For a second I'm no longer mad at her but concerned that she'd pass out.

" What the f**k Charlotte?" I ask annoyed. " Well... since the bed was the problem I decided to get rid of it" she explains like she's the smartest person on Earth.

" Now seriously, get your ass into the bathroom and clean yourself so we can have the best day of your life!" Charlotte says as she helps me to my feet.

" Charlotte, please don't, I promise today will be the best day of my life if you leave me alone" I say pleadingly, unknowingly sounding rude.
" Well I'm here to prove you wrong" Charlotte says stubbornly, unfazed by my rudeness.

I just had to have a best friend whose stubbornness is equally matched by mine!

In the end I give in, and begrudgingly head to the bathroom to freshen up.