Till I Met You (Ariana/You)

Chapter 20

~Y/N's POV~

Something was wrong. 

I don't know what is going on. Ariana seemed really different today. She was too quiet, too soft-spoken and very inactive. She was always moving around, doing stuff and teasing me. But, she just seemed distant today. I tried cracking some lame jokes. I tried talking about funny and random stuff but she would just smile. And it is not a real smile. I tried to bring her out of the house but after a few minutes, she isolated herself from me.

She didn't eat well and I was getting more and more worried. I had no idea what to do. I tried asking her what was wrong, but she just shook her head, gave me a small smile and kissed my forehead. It hurt my heart to see her this way. I know she was trying to be indifferent about whatever she is feeling but I can see right through it. And she knows it.

We watched some lame reality show on T.V and a few more shows before eating our lunch. She mentioned that she was going to take a nap and disappeared into her room. I was currently lying on the sofa, watching some cartoon show. I could feel myself getting drowsier by the minute.

It has been a few hours since she disappeared into her room. I controlled the heavy urge to just burst into her room and demand the answer from her. My mind circled with thoughts of why she is being this way. Is it because of her mother? Did something happen? Did I do something? Is she feeling guilty about something? 

I needed to know. I wanted to help. 

Bang. Crack. Groan.  

The loud sound of something hitting the floor made me rise up from my position. It sounded like glass and I was sure the groan after that was from Ariana. My head whipped around to look at the time. It was 6pm.

It's evening already?

Another sound came from her room and I quickly stood from the sofa. Turning the T.V off, I made my way over to the corridor that leads to her room. Another loud groan came from the other side and it sounded like a howl of pain that my heart clenched with worry.  

Opening the door in lightning speed, I came face to face with a very messy disheveled Ariana standing in the middle of the room with a broken beer bottle in one hand. The edges of the broken bottle seemed very sharp and I was afraid that she had hurt herself. The entire room was scattered with beer bottles and broken glasses. There were photos scattered here and there. Newspaper articles were torn to pieces and there was a broken vase in the corner. My eyes teared up in worry as I looked at how messy she was. It was only later that I noticed the small amount of red liquid pooling near her feet. Droplets of thick red blood was dripping from her hand and falling onto the maroon carpet, making it look more darker.

My mind swirled as I looked at that sight and I rushed towards her. I grabbed her petite hand slowly. There was a deep slash right in the middle of her palm and I gasped. Quickly grabbing the white shirt hanging on the chair, I tore off a piece of small material and wrapped the cloth around her palm, controlling myself not to cry as I did so. My hands trembled with worry as I moved the cloth around. She hissed in pain as I wrapped the cloth around firmly. The thought of something hurting Ariana made my insides fill with anxiety. I wanted nothing but to see her happy. I hated the fact that she was doing this to herself. 

Why she is doing this to herself? Why won't she tell me? I didn't like seeing her hurt at all. Not one bit. After making sure that the bleeding had stopped a little, I looked up to meet her face. Her eyes were closed and she was struggling to stand. They were puffy and there was red around her eyes, dried mascara staining her cheeks. I cupped her cheek, lifting her head to look at me.