Annoying. (An Ethan Dolan Imagine)

Chapter Seventeen

I stare at the TV watching SpongeBob, Bubble Guppies, Peppa Pig, and other childhood shows.

My mom brings me breakfast on a tray and she sits next to me. I barley touch my avacado toast and I don't want to

My mom gets ready for work and kisses me on the forehead. She closes the door anf I just stare at the TV, not even paying attention.

It's moment like these in our lives that we can't describe with words or letters. We always have this one feeling that everyone has, but just doesn't know how to explain.

We can understand it perfectly fine in our minds, but when it comes to puting it in words, the feeling is non-existent to others.

Imagine know when you're life is over. You would be scared right? Then, why aren't I scared?

I don't know.

"I fucking hate you!"

Those words replayning my mind over and over again. No need to worry Ethan. I only have 2 weeks to live.

I hear the house phone ring, but I don't make a single move to even atempt to reach it. I know that my legs are too weak to even go to the bathroom.

Also, I don't want to go get it.

It's too much effort and where has effort brought me? To dying in 2 weeks at the younger age of 15.

But the funny thing is, my birthday is 2 weeks from now.

Now isn't life just great?

I hear my phone vibrate and I see a photo of Ethan pop up with a green button and a red button on both sides of his face.

Should I press the red button or the green button?

Green is good I guess.

I press the answer button and I hear a gasp.

"Aimes?"

Nothing.

"Amy?"

No response.

"Amethyst?!"

I start crying silently and I hang up. I breath in heavily, trying to calm down. When that doesn't work, I go completely X-games mode.

I throw my phone at the TV, causing both of them to break. I get up and shove all the things off of the little table in the living room.

I grab a pillow and throw it at nothing specific.

"WHY ME?!" I grip my hair tightly as I fall into my knees.

"WHAT DID I DO?! WHAT DID I DO?! WHY ME?!" I cuss out whoever out there decides what happens to this disappointment we call "life"

"Why me?!" I ask while looking down at the floor. I cry and cry as a puddle of tears starts forming on the brown, shiny wood.

I hear the doorbells ring, but I start to wonder if I just imagined it.

It rings again and I get up.

I open the door without checking who it was. The second I open it, he imedietly hugs me.

"Oh my God, Aimes. You have no idea how happy I am to see you." He sighs as he hides his face against my shoulder.

I don't make a move to hug him back and that confuses him.

"What's wrong?" He steps back a couple feet and I slam the door shut. I'm guessing the door was 2 inches away from hitting his stupid face.

I sit back down on my couch and I sob uncontrollably. I just think about everything that has happened in my life and why.