Taylor Caniff's little sister.

Chapter 23.

Matt's POV•

It's been about 5 months since Taylor's death.

(a/n i didn't write a funeral scene.... That's just something I can't do with crying sry)

Ariana hasn't called me,texted me, or answered my texts or calls.

Ariana locked herself in her room, she never comes out. Her mom has to bribe her to eat.

They are taking her to a counselor later. I would love to go with her, but because of Taylor she met me, and that might be why she can't talk to me.

Hopefully.

My heart speeds up as I hear my phone began to ring.

I nearly trip over my own feet running so fast to my phone.

My heart slows down as I read the caller ID.

Shawn.

"Hey dude." I said, followed by a 'sup' from him.

"So have you heard?" Shawn says quietly.
"About Taylor? Shawn I was there.." I say, reminding him.

"No, About Ariana." My heart speeds up again, I began to panick.

"W-what about Ariana?" She is my everything, if something happened to her I don't know what I would do with my life.

"She came out." Shawn says.

"What the f-" I began.
"Calm down, she came out- of her room." He finished.

"Thank god. About both things." I laugh.
"But she is different." Shawn trails off.

"What? How?" I ask.
"She is more... Mature." Shawn pauses.
"Well, I would be too. That doesn't change who she is inside." I smiled.
"Sure. Whatever you say." Shawn says, hanging up.

He is scaring me, why does he mean by more 'mature'?
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(still Matt's pov)

I got to the Caniff's house, and I knocked on the door.

Mrs Caniff answered, gesturing for me to come inside without saying a word.

"Ariana is- in her room." She manages to say, followed by a violet cough. The voice that she does have, is very shaky.

I slowly make my way up the stairs, past Taylor's room.

I slowly open the door to see Ariana, standing in a full length mirror straightening out a dress.

She was wear a tight plain black dress that went down to her knees.

Her hair was gelled back into a bun.

"A-Ariana? Is that you?" I ask in disbelief.

"Hello Matthew." She says, not taking her eyes off her appearance.

"Where are you going?" I asked.
"An Interview." She says clearing her voice.

"What about the counselor?" I asked. I had a lot of questions.
She laughed, but it wasn't her normal laugh; this was forced.

"I'm not going, silly." She says (fake) smiling and fixing the cuffs on her dress sleeves.

"What job are you interviewing for?" I asked, pinching myself.
Okay, not a dream.

"I'm going to be an assistant." She smiles. "For a big time sales-man." She walks over to me, looking at me in the eyes.

"Isn't that exciting?" She smiles, again obviously fake.
I look into her eyes, they are not the same.
I imagine the old Ariana. Happy, humorous, generally filled with joy.

Now I look into her eyes. She looks dead, depressed, and hiding how she really feels.

"This isn't you." I say, holding back tears.
It hurts me to see her like this.

"Yes, Matthew, it is." She says, followed by a slight smile.

"No it's not. You never call me 'Matthew' it's always Matt, or babe. You never gel your hair. I didn't even know you owned this stuff. The old Ariana wouldn't-" she cut me off.

"The old Ariana is gone! Just like Taylor!" She yells, turning around.

I tried to put my hand on her shoulder, but she swat it away.

"Don't touch me!!" She yells, even louder then before; which I didn't even think was possible.

"Ariana I'm trying to help.." I say quietly, hoping it calms her down. Which it doesn't.

"I don't need your help! Open your eyes Matthew! The happy pappy world I have been living in is dead, okay? The old Ariana was a childish, fraile glass plate that was shattered on the cold hard ground called reality. Now leave me alone!!" She breaks down into tears, falling on her knees.

"Shh, Ariana." I say picking her up.

I felt her arms wrap around my neck.

"I love you."
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