Part 2: ...Shit...

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         (Ari's POV) (Ari's diary entry)

Welp... I'm dead. You don't understand, do you? Well... basically... I'm about to break the law, even though I'm the daughter of a cop.

"Girl honestly why tf didn't you tell me this shit? Honestly, as your best friend, I'm pretty sure you're obligated to tell me everything! Like, wtf girl?! Okay, you know what, one sec imma go bring us some drinks. Hopefully, they help you tell me everything you were hiding for THREE FUCKING YEARS!!!!"-Pragya

 "Wait wha- PRAGYA WTF?"-me

"YOU ARE GOING TO DRINK THREE SHOTS OF THIS, AND WE ARE GOING TO SHOW YOU THAT WHAT YOUR DAD SAID WAS COMPLETE BULLSHIT."-Pragya

THIS BISH JUST BROUGHT A BOTTLE OF VODKA TO MY HOUSE! I'm not mad at her though, since she only bought it for my sake. I told her about everything, and she said that she'll go get us some drinks to make me feel better (I only told her because I know she is trustworthy, as she has been my friend for 3 years.), BUT I DIDN'T EXPECT HER TO BRING VODKA! 

 I never was able to bring her over or have sleepovers with her though, because my parents don't approve of friends. According to my dad, I'm "too focused on friends. Friends only want to use you." I still remember how much that hurt. The first time he said that to me, I actually believed him, so I shut myself out. I stopped being social, being talkative, and being happy, because I thought what he said was true. The only person who was able to get to me was Pragya, but I could never tell her what was happening to me. 

Until now, because the pain was starting to be unbearable, as I have had time to think about how fucking horrible life is, sitting in the darkness of my room, all alone, waiting for something to take me away from this suffering.

Basically, I suffer from sleep paralysis and depression. And my best friend wants me to talk.

So I'm currently about to drink my first shot.



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