Aria George is a typical music loving teenage girl, beautiful singer and great actress, until her life turns into living hell. She questions if she will ever be completely happy and be able to find love. She has always crushed on the sweet yet popul...
*WARNING!!!! Self harm, violence, underage drinking, and sexual assault is in this chapter, this should never be done. Please do not try any of this! THIS IS ONE OF THE MAIN CHAPTERS BUT IT IS RATED MATURE!*
It has been a couple weeks since Luna died. The only good thing that has happened is I got the main female lead in the musical before she passed. But it is one that the director wrote. It is about a girl who was abused at home, her best friend died in a car crash, and she was cheated on, but finds light through the dark by meeting the new guy student. It was depressing besides the falling in love part. That is the only thing I look forward to, well kinda. I'm done with everything. Luna is gone. Forever. Amber is making fun of me left and right. Wyatt and Dylan didn't do anything because Amber threatened me to not tell them, mom and dad started fighting again, and my brother was a pain in the ass. I don't feel the need to be here anymore. No one loves me or even acknowledges my presence in a good way.
Start of mature scene to end*I started to think this when I locked myself in my room and was crying. I grabbed paper and a pen then wrote a note and left it on my desk. I saw a sharp object and cut my wrist. It hurt and I am not sure why I did it but I didn't feel myself and my world fell apart. I hid the object in the back of my bathroom cabinets.*
I went to bed.
NEXT EVENING
I saw on Instagram and Snapchat a party going on at Dylan's house. I did not want to go at all but then I got a call from Frankie
"Hey Aria, if you do not go to this party to let loose and try to have fun and forget the sadness then I am marching down to your house and forcing you to go no matter what."
"Fine. Only this once."
I curled my long brown hair and did my makeup
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Then changed into a long sleeve short dress so I can dance, but cover my wrist. I had a black lace bra and panties on.
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I put on black heels and grab a black handheld purse. I put my phone, drivers license, and money in it just in case. I walk outside waiting for Frankie because she will be driving. *We arrive at the party and there is red solo cups all over the lawn and house. It smelt horrible. Sweat and alcohol. Eww. I grabbed a lemonade and danced with Frankie.
