"We were just... you know. Talking," Mitchel stammered.
"Yeah," Clint said, voice cold. "Talking."
"Talking about what, exactly?" Christian added, equally venomous.
Silence. Then Angeline spoke. "Getting back together."
Christian dragged a hand down...
I've been on the road since I was sixteen They don't really notice how I see things These girls they come and go between my bedsheets And I've been doing blue and causing big scenes yeah Pull up and I'm higher than the big trees yeah She don't really like it but she needs me yeah She saying she don't really miss me But fuck it now I'm faded off the wrong things, yeah
But I'm into it, I'm into it
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Chase Atlantic - "Into It" plays softly in the background.
Andi lay on her bed, sixteen years old, drowning in a storm of thoughts. But one kept breaking through louder than the rest: she wanted out. Not from school. Not from her friends. From everything.
She didn't blame herself. Not really. If anyone was responsible, it was her mom—and the string of worthless boyfriends who came and went like broken records.
The walls of the house shook with shouting. Below her, plates clattered, curses flew. Another night of screaming matches over bills, food, loyalty—none of which ever led to resolution. Just noise. Just chaos.
Andi sat up slowly, walked to her dresser, and opened the bottom drawer. Her hand moved without hesitation, fingertips brushing against cold plastic. A bottle. No label. She didn't care what was in it. Just that it was enough.
Closing the drawer, she stood at her door, listening. Still yelling. Still breaking things.
Quiet as a whisper, she tiptoed down the hall, avoiding every creaky board like muscle memory. The bathroom door clicked shut behind her. Locked.
She turned the faucet on. The water gushed. Steady. Loud enough to mask a breakdown.
In the mirror, her reflection looked like someone she hated. Someone tired. Dirty. Broken. Her lip trembled.
A tear slipped down. Then another. Then a flood.
She slid down the wall, hand clutching the bottle like a lifeline and a goodbye in one. Her cries were silent, like they'd learned how to go unheard.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Time lost shape.
Finally, Andi stood. Plugged the sink. Let the water rise.
She opened the bottle and poured a handful of pills into her palm.
One more glance at the mirror.
She shoved the pills into her mouth, grabbed the cup beside the sink, filled it, and swallowed it all down.
Then she climbed into the tub and sat.
The water from the sink overflowed, trickling under the bathroom door, seeping down the stairs like a quiet warning.
I wonder how long it'll take them to notice I'm gone, she thought, eyes drifting closed.
The doorbell rang.
Sanaa, Andi's mother, yanked open the front door, irritated. A blonde girl stood there—tight grip on her phone, worry in her voice.
"Hey Ms. G, is Andi home? She's not answering and that's not like her."
She held up her phone—screenshots, messages. Dozens.
"Yeah, she's upstai—"
"Sanaa," her boyfriend Chris cut in, standing on the stairs, "where's all this water coming from?"
Sanaa turned toward him. Her feet were already wet.
Angeline stepped inside, an unease blooming in her gut. "We should check on her. Now."
Chris nodded. "I'll follow the water. You two go to her room."
They moved fast.
Angeline pushed Andi's door open. "Andi? You okay, babes?"
Empty.
"Hey! Andi, are you in there?" Chris called toward the bathroom. "Turn the water off! You're flooding the place."
No response.
He banged on the door. "You hear me?!"
Angeline's stomach dropped. She ran to the bathroom.
"What is it?" Sanaa followed, panic now creeping into her voice.
Angeline jiggled the knob, pounded on the door. "No, no, no."
Chris approached. "What's wrong?"
"Help me break the door."
Sanaa caught up, eyes wide. "Why?"
Angeline turned, tears streaking down her cheeks. "Because something's wrong. I can feel it."
That was all it took.
Chris shoved her aside, reared back, and kicked the door open.
What they saw hit like a brick to the chest.
Water flooding the floor. A floating pill bottle. Andi's body still in the tub.
Unmoving.
{I hope this book turns out as good as ~Kakashi's Love Story 1.1k reads Thank you all!}
Song: Into it- Chase Atlantic
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