Are We Just Friends? (Mikiana Fanfiction)

Chapter 18: Worthless

*TRIGGER WARNING*

Hurtful comments started appearing on my post. A lot of those comments were saying "it's all ur fault" or "go kill urself." Just then, I came upon one that said, "first u killed the 22 people in manchester, then malcolm, now ur baby. who's next? mikey?" That's it. I've had enough.

"Excuse me for a while," I said. I then left and went into my room.

I grabbed the blade in my drawer held it firmly, putting it close to my skin. I then sliced three times on my wrist: one for killing my baby, one for causing all this pain for my mom and Mikey, and one for being such a worthless and selfish bitch. I winced. Blood oozed out of my wrist.

I wasn't satisfied. I decided to do one more thing. I grabbed a belt out of my closet. It's time to be gone forever and say goodbye to the world. I tightened the belt around my neck.

As I started suffocating, there was a knock on the door. I decided to ignore it. The door then creaked open. It was my mom and Mikey. Looking at my current state, they were both terrified. They rushed towards me and loosened the belt from my neck.

"Ari, why are you doing this?" Mikey asked, tears filling his eyes.

"I c-can't stand all the h-hate online. I'm worthless," I cried.

"Don't do this, please," my mom begged.

"I d-don't want anything bad to happen to anyone else. First, the 22 angels in M-Manchester died, then M-Malcolm, now H-Hope. It was all my f-fault. I don't w-want any of you to d-die too."

"Ari, listen, nothing's going to happen to us. It's not your fault. They're out of your control," she said.

"B-but they can be avoided. If I didn't go to Manchester, break up with Malcolm, or run out of the house, they all would still be alive alive," I cried.

"You should think the other way, Ari. If the bastards who bombed your concert, caused Malcolm's accidental addiction, and hit you with the car knew how to control themselves, this wouldn't be happening," she explained.

"Ari, Baby, if you feel like doing this again, please, tell us, okay? We love you so much, and we'll be here to support you," Mikey said. I lightly nodded.

"Here, I'll take care of your wounds," Mom said. I gave her my bloody wrist. A tear escaped her eye.

"Mom, please don't cry," I said, hugging her. After I let her go, she wiped my blood away and cleaned the wounds with alcohol, giving a stinging sensation. I winced. She then put healing cream and bandaged it.

"T-thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," she replied. She and Mikey then embraced me into a group hug and told me that I'm the strongest person they knew. During painful times like this one, all you need is to be surrounded by people who truly love you.