Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 24

{She smiles, but is she really happy?

Is it real?

Is she happy?

Yeah, she may smile and laugh, but that doesn't mean she's not dying inside. It doesn't mean she's not falling apart everyday. And it sure doesn't mean she's not suffering.

Everyone has a story, a life, a past, and something that breaks them. That one thing that doesn't make them strong anymore.

You can't read her mind. So the next time you assume she's happy, because the smile on her face seems real, you better make sure.}

"He's gonna die!! Because of you!" I wailed, completely beside myself. My shirt was drenched in tears, my makeup was down my face and my hair was a mess.

"He called me a drunk asshole! He deserved what was comin'," dad yelled from across the room as he sipped on his third beer.

"He didn't deserve anything!! You are a drunk asshole and I fucking hate you!" I hissed, dropping to the floor and bawling into my jacket.

"You don't ever hit your kids, ever!! It's called child abuse! You obviously don't give a crap about me or Xavier!! Do you?!"

"I get a lil angry..." his voice was softer, more calm. Calmer than anything I'd heard from him in years.

"A little angry?? YOU BEAT YOUR KID INTO A COMA!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs until it made my throat hurt.

I crawled over to the corner and curled up into a ball, my legs against my chest and my head resting on top of my knees.

There was no response. The sound of a glass bottle slamming down on a wood table, footsteps and a liquid splashing onto the tile floor kept me alert.

"You're a mother fucking screw up Bridget," my dad's deep voice teased me in an evil manner.

"Get away from me." my voice was powerless. My long hair covered my face, probably making me look weak.

A quick jolt of pain from my hair being pulled made me screech. He dragged me into the center of the room and began slapping me across the face, repeatedly.

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My eyelids twitch open, my vision blurred, and I can't comprehend anything.

I quickly squint my eyes and cover them with my hands. The light is too bright for my eyes to adjust to right now...

My head immediately begins to pound. It hurts like a bitch, kind of like the hang over I woke up with the other day.

My vision clears, and I can sorta see where I am.

Pools of blood surround my thighs and wrists. Empty pill bottles and lone white tablets lay scattered across the bathroom floor, along with two empty beer bottles.

I relapsed.

"N-no..." my shaky voice cracked.

I put my hands out in front of me, watching them shake violently, along with every limb on my body.

I swallowed.

My breathing seemed to quicken and I felt like I was going to pass out any minute.

I groped around for my phone, and finally felt a cold, metal object underneath my shaking fingertips. I put my password in and went into my contacts.

I tapped randomly on my keyboard and clicked on the first person that came up and tapped Call.

It rang three times before someone picked up.

"Hello?" a deep voice said.

"Who...Who's this?" I shakily asked.

"It's Kian, Bridget are you okay?" His voice began to sound panicked.

"Please...please just c-come over, now."

"I'll be over in 10."

"Please hurry..."

And with that, the little beeps signaling that your conversational partner has hung up went off into my ear. I gently placed my phone on the tile and slid it away from me.

My eyelids began to feel heavy, and I couldn't keep them open anymore.

Kian's Point Of View

I parked my car outside of Bridget's house, urgent to get inside.

She sounded hurt and panicked. But why would she call me? Yeah, we're friends, but we're not that close. She could've called Kathleen, or Ryan, or anybody. So I took this as my duty to make sure she's okay.

I scrambled out of my car and jogged up a few steps to get to her front door. I slowly opened it, making sure to stay quiet. It started to creak loudly, so I shimmied myself in and shut it.

Immediately, the smell of alcohol hit me like a punch in the face. The smell was unbearable. I lifted my shirt over my nose and tiptoed up the staircase.

The first door on the left was Bridget's. It had her name written on it in hot pink lettering with a princess crown hovering over it. I thought it was adorable.

I opened the door and walked in, looking all around. Bridget was not here.

My eyes found another door with the light creeping out of the bottom it, so I walked over to it and knocked quietly.

"Bridget?" I whispered, "are ya in there?"

I opened the door, seeing an unconscious Bridget laying on the floor with slits in her wrists and thighs, blood and pill bottles surrounding her.

"Bridget!!" I yelled, and dropped to my knees beside her.

I shook her like a kid waking up his parents on Christmas, except I wasn't happy at all. I was fucking scared.

Tears filled my eyes, making my vision blurry. I put two fingers on that place under your jaw to find a pulse. It was faint, but it was there.

Then again, she could be dead in a matter of minutes.

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Author's Note:

heeeeeeey I hoped you liked this chapter!! and I'm sorry I can't update as frequently as I wish, school and cheerleading and homework and all that bullshit comes before wattpad.

I started adding gifs if you didn't notice lol I thought it would be cute.

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