Whispers In The Dark ; ahs

Chapter 5

        I'm at the point where I don't feel like going to school anymore. The bullying keeps getting worse everyday, and I only come home to even more stress. The only one who comforts me is Tate.
        I stare deep into the mirror wearing only a blue t-tank top and a pair of black shorts that barely fit me. Everything barely fits me.
        I walk over to my dresser and pull out a handgun that I keep hidden in it. I walk back over to my mirror and point the gun at it. It's not loaded, my dad hide the bullets from me. I pull the trigger over and over again wishing something would come out but nothing does.
        I put the gun on my dresser and I look at myself again and sigh. My mom walks past my door and shouts how we leave in 15 minutes for church. I don't even understand why I go. It's not like I believe. This house proofed enough that there is no God.
        I use to believe though. That was until my 5 year old sister died from a brain tumor. I thought that if there was a god, that he would save her. But he didn't. That's why she's buried deep in the ground. She's the reason we moved. Our old house was just to much to handle.
        I walk over to my closet and pull out my dark blue dress that my mom makes me put on for every mass. I quickly put my black flats on and head out of the door.
        The church we go to is about 15 minutes away from my house, which is far considering that we live in Los Angeles.
        We walk inside and an old man shakes our hand saying " Good morning" as he does to everyone else who enters.
        We sit in the middle and wait for the pastor to start talking. I grab my phone and turn it on. I would text Tate, except he doesn't have a phone. I would text my friends, except I don't have any. So just sit there looking at the time until the pastor starts to preach and my dad takes away my phone.
        I don't get it back until we get back home. And when I get it back, I'm welcomed with a dozen of hate texts from kids from school.
        I throw my phone at the hardwood floor though, it does nothing. I run up the stairs and run into the bathroom. with force I open up the medicine cabinet and grab the container of prescription drugs. I open it up and pour the pills in my hand.
        "What are you doing Amy?!?" A voice that could only belong to Tate says. 
        "Go away!" 
        " No, no. I'm not going to go away. Amy put those down."
        "No." 
        "I'll never forgive you if you do Amy. Put them down." 
        "There's room inside for two." 
        " Amy."

        I drop the pills and start crying. I slide down the wall until I reach the floor, in a pool of tears. Tate bends down and huddles me into his arm and I cry into his shoulder. "Shhh, Amy." He whispers as he carries me into my room and lays me on my bed. "Sleep." He then orders.
        He begins to make his way out of my room and I gasp between tears, "S-stay with m-me..." I reach out my arm for him.
        He sighs and crawls into bed beside me so I lay my head on his chest. When I finally stop crying I look up at him and slowly kiss his sweet lips, with more force as I go. I end up sitting on his waist, and leaning over him to continue kissing him. He grabs the dress and slowly pulls it over my head, and I then do the same with his shirt.
        I run my hands down his stomach until I reach the button of his pants and look up at him before undoing it and pulling them down. We begin kissing again and we pull the covers over us.
        After about thirty minutes I pull off the covers and slip on my dress before laying down beside him. "Now can you sleep?" he asks as I yawn. I nod and lay my head on his chest and close my eyes.