Emison: Fragile Like Glass

Chapter 4: Ever thought

1 week later

ALI POV:
It's one week later, and Mona is still bullying me.

The pushing, kicking, tripping me, name calling. It's like she fed off of bullying.

One week.

One week of torture.

One week of cutting.

"Hey, Ali!" Emily exclaims, literally skipping over and hugging me.

I smile. That's the first time she's called me Ali. I blush when she hugs me.

"What's up?" She asks.

"Nothing much." She answers.

"What's go you so smiley?" She asks, also smiling.

"Nothing." I say, trying to hide my smile.

"It's because I called you Ali, right?" She asks, smirking.

"Maybe. Maybe not." I answer, and blush.

"It was." She states plainly.

"Okay...Whatever." She says in a non-convinced tone, and I blush.

She looks up at me and smirks.

"What? Is there something on my face?!" I ask worriedly, covering it with my hands.

"You're blushing!" She exclaims, smiling.

For some reason, I feel like I've known Emily my whole life, not just a week. She makes me feel special, and wanted. And her smiles can cheer me up no matter what.

Even when I'm deciding wether I should stay in this world or not.

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ALI POV:
The day goes by slowly. The usual. Mona bullying me. Me crying in the bathroom. Going to class. Repeat.

I get home, and I go up to my room.

I open my desk drawer, and pull out the small, shiny object.

I walk into my bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I press it against my wrist, and it sends goosebumps up my arm, an shivers down my spine. In a bad way.

I slide the blade across my wrist, slashing at it, watching as the blood trickles out. I let the tears fall. In just a few seconds, tears are streaming down my face like a waterfall.

"I'm not wanted." I say at the first cut.

"I'm not needed."

"I'm useless."

"Worthless."

"Ugly."

"Stupid."

"Dyke."

"Whore."

"Failure."

"Disappointment."

"You don't matter."

"Fake."

"Loner."

"Slut."

I say any rude name Mona has every called me with each cut.

"Everyone hates you..." Except for Emily.

I cry more as I think about the beautiful brunette.

She's probably off with her friends, having fun, laughing, smiling.

Being happy.

EMILY POV:
I'm currently at home. Doing homework. Fun!

I can't stop thinking about this one thing. I've known it for a while, but Ali seemed to really pull it out of me.

Making me realize I can't hide it anymore.

To Ali:

E-Hey. I need to talk to you about something.

I wait for a few minutes, but I don't get a response.

She told me her address. I have it saved. I'll just go over to her house.

I grab my keys, and go out to my motorcycle.

I drive for 5 minutes until I reach the address I was looking for.

"Wow..." I whisper as I look at the nice house with the pretty flowers surrounding it.

I look over me I see Spencer's house. No wonder the street was familiar.

I'm dumb. I think, and laugh at my idiocy.

I knock on the door, but no one answers.

ALI POV:
I'm in my room, sitting on my bathroom floor as I look at the mea one created.

All of my drawings are scattered across the room, my bed is a mess, and all of my lotion and perfume bottles are thrown on the floor.

There are also a few broken picture frames of my family.

I look down, and the blood is running down my arm, onto my bare stomach, and the floor.

I threw my clothes somewhere in the middle of all of this. So I'm left on a bra and underwear.

I cry, and my body racks with my sobs.

EMILY POV:
I keep knocking, but there's no answer.

"Emily?" I hear someone call.

I tune around, and I see Spencer.

"Hey!" I shout, waving.

"What's up?" She asks.

"I needed to talk to Ali." I tell her.

"Okay. Well, I'll leave you to it. I need to go anyways. I'm meeting Toby." She says.

"Bye!" She shouts.

"Bye!" I shout back.

I decide to just walk into the house.

"I really hope this is Ali's house." I whisper.

I go up the steps, and I look in a few rooms. I'm about to check another room, when u her crying.

Not anyone just crying, but Ali.

I slowly open the bedroom door, and I'm hit with the aroma of her her delicious vanilla perfume

I look around, and see the room is a total mess.

I follow the crying, and I see ali sitting on her bathroom floor naked, her head in her knees, and...Blood running down her arm?

"Alison?" I whisper, sad.

She snaps her head up, and looks at me with wide eyes.

"Emily..."
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Sorry it's so short. 😞
I was working on my other stories.
I'll try to update soon.
I'm really enjoying writing this story.