Milee’s POV:
It’s been 3 days since Austin asked me to be his girlfriend, and all his Mahomies know about me. I’ve gained a lot of followers on Twitter since then, and I’ve been getting a lot of hate too. But I don’t think Austin sees the hate I get. I can’t talk to him about the hate, or ask him to comfort me, because I don’t really want him to be mad at his Mahomies. People are saying I’m fat, and I know they’re right, so I haven’t been eating as much to be honest. And since I can’t ask Austin for comfort, I’ve found better ways to feel better. It only hurts for a few minutes, till it stops bleeding. I know I always told myself I would NEVER cut, but I just tried it once, and it made my heart feel so much better.
Today, Austin had an interview a 10 am and a concert at 3, so he won’t be home until about 6 pm. Mom, John, and Melissa went out to shop and they said they won’t be back until 4. I’ve gotten 573 death threats since Austin told his fans about us. Yeah, I counted them all, and every minute, there’s at least one more added to that list. Last night, after everyone else was asleep, I decided today was the day. I went to the store as soon as everyone was gone to go find a rope. The people at Wal-Mart didn’t seem suspicious when I asked for the strongest rope they had, so that’s good.
When I got home I decided I wanted watching TV to be the last thing I did in life, so I wrote a quick note to Austin saying why I’m doing this, and that I’m sorry, and watched the recent episode of Hollywood Heights. Then, I found a place that would be suitable to hang myself (the smallest bathroom) and a chair to stand on.
A/N: SORRY THIS ONE WAS SHORT TOO, GUYS :/ THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST ONE BEFORE THE EPILOGUE..... :( I FEEL LIKE I DID A TERRIBLE WRITING JOB SINCE THE STORY'S SO SHORT :/
