This is how to be a heartbreaker

Part 8

I felt tears flood down my cheek, I rubbed my finger over the slice. "I'm sorry," I looked up, realizing I went against her. I did the opposite of what I promised. More and more tears were coming, like a waterfall, Cascading my cheeks.

"Avaline?" I choked back the tears, "yes?" "Can I come in?" it was Emotion.

"I'd rather you not," I stutter, wiping tears away, "I can't uh- let you come in."

"Well, Zayn invited us to to dinner, with only him, no one else, is that okay?" She tries to open the door, good thing I locked it. I glanced down at the multiple cuts covering my arm, "I know you've been ignoring Niall, for some reason. But Zayn doesn't want us like that, friends only. He is also bringing Perrie. Okay?"

"Fine..." I agreed, pulling my sleeve down, over them, me groaning in pain. "Will you unlock the door now?" she laughs, again, attempting to open it. "Give me a quick second," I grabbed the blade, putting it in tissue, shoving it down my pocket, making sure all the evidence is gone. And the secret is safe with me.

You see, there was only one person who knew about this. Only one person who helped me, before stella, ky, and emotion. Her name was Kassidee. She was my best friend, since we went to kindergarten. She was amazing, we fought once or twice, but not a lot. She never let me down, she had this long gorgeous black hair, that almost hit her butt, and she just loved to curl it. She has these emerald eyes, that were so pretty. I wished I had them, to be honest.

Then one night, she called me crying, saying, "I can't do this." I didn't understand, I mean, yes, she was very depressed, because people picked on her. And her heart was recently broke, by some douche bag, ass hole, who cheated on her, with Britney, the most popular girl in 10th-11th grade. "What can't you do?" I could hear her voice start to shudder, and she said, "I know you don't want me to do this, and it sucks that I'm doing this on the phone with you but I just want you to know I love you, and I hope you end up happy. You're my best friend-" and she screamed. Moments later, it was quiet, and I said, "Kassidee?" no answer. "Kassidee?" I said louder. "Kassidee!!!!?" I was now screaming, I knew she was gone. I ran downstairs, tears screaming down my face, and me screaming. "I NEED TO GO! DRIVE ME TO KASSIDEES NOW!" My mom didn't ignore, she grabbed the keys and drove to the her house quickly. Cops surrounding it. I tried to run up, but a police man stopped me, saying, "You can't go in there." "No, she killed herself while on the phone with me, I want to see my best friend!" I screamed, they dragged me off the lawn, as they told my mom to calm me. I cried into her chest, screaming, "I should have stopped her, mom, I could have. This is all my fault. I hate myself. I want to die." I know I was overreacting, I mean, it wasn't my fault, and even if I tried, she still would have killed herself. yes, a week later, I went to her funeral, and viewing. I cried, lot of people did. But the thing about me is, I didn't actually go see her. I mean, I know I should have, it was a closing, to know she was gone. But I never did. And still haven't to this day.

"Ava!" Emotion screamed, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Oh sorry," I unlocked the door, easily.

"Ready?"

"I guess..."