Maid For Styles

"I had a lot of fun, Jack." I smile, while he walks me to his car.

"Yeah, so did I." He grins, opening the door for me.

I smile, and climb in while closing the door. I wait a few seconds, for him to get in and turn on the car. He starts the engine, then pulls out of the carnival. I look out the window, and pass by the beautiful trees, as flowers slowly fall down.

And for once, I actually have a sense of happiness. I work myself up, and then I get so frustrated, and then I have the feeling to just shoot myself. And you know what? Don't ever try to kill yourself. Why? Because you most likely will fail, and everybody will know you as the suicidal girl.

Feeling suicidal isn't a bad thing. And neither is depressing, nor sadness. I promise, theres nothing wrong with that. If anything, its perfectly normal. But nobody should ever feel the need to self harm, or to ever contemplate suicide.

Jack slowly pulls up to Harry's house, and then we both get out. He walks me up to the front door, then stops. "We should hang out more, Rosalie." He smiles.

"Definately." I smile, and nod.

"Goodnight." He smiles.

"Night." I smile, opening the door, then slowly stepping in. I see Harry on the sofa, watching TV.
"Whatcha watching." I ask sitting next to him.

"Daria." He shrugs.

"They still put that show on air?" I ask, astonished, and he nods smiling.

"Well, I'm hungry." I say getting up to the kitchen. Harry follows me and says, "You didn't eat over there?"

I shake my head, "I didn't bring any money."

"That asshole didn't pay for you to eat?" He almost shouts.

"No." I laugh, "it wasn't even a date." I shrug. "We're just friends."

"Oh, then if you're friends he really should've bought you something to eat."

I laugh, "I wanna go get food." I pout.

He heavily chuckles, "Lets go get some ice cream, yeah?"

I nod, and wait for him to get his keys. He grabs them, then we walk to his car. We starts his car, then drives down the smooth rode. He makes a few turns, then we arrive at the ice cream shop. I get out, and he gets out too. We walk to the front door, and we walk in.

There's a somewhat long line so we just wait. "So what do you do for fun?" He asks awkwardly.
"Uh," I say, thinking. Wow, there's not one thing that I do for fun. "Nothing?" I shrug, and he nods.

"Is that Rosalie?" I hear a high pitched voice, with a fake giggle.

Please let that not be her. I beg to God that, that is not her. I feel a tap, and I slowly turn around. There she is wearing shorts, that are so short you can literally see a part of her underwear. Her sports bra, is so small her boobs pop out. And she has plastered make up all over her face, that looks slightly smugded.

"Oh, it is you." She giggles.

"What do you want, Veronica." I sigh, as Harry turns around then looks wide-eyed. She smirks, "I just wanted some ice cream, after my jog." She giggle. "Hello, Harry."

"Hey." He grins, putting his hand on her small waist, then looks over at me, immediately taking it off.

"So, Rosalie.." Her words trail off. "Did you come here to get ice cream?" She asks.

What a stupid fucking question. "Uh, yeah."

"Or did you come here to make a huge sence and kill-"

"Shut the fuck up." I say through my gritted teeth.

She laughs, "And kill yourself?"

I try not to blink, cause if I blink I know I will shed a tear. "No."

"Well, you should really you know stop eating." She laughs, "You're getting fat."

"Okay." I fake a laugh, and look at Harry. "I'm not hungry anymore. I'm walking home."

"What why?" He asks, with worried eyes.

"I'm not hungry."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Shut the fuck up, I'm leaving." I say, walking out on him. I look back, to see Veronica putting her hand around Harry's back.

I storm off, into the fall air. I can't help but feel a bit of sadness. More for a release. I unlock the door, and I go straight into my room. Thank God, Anne wasn't here. She'd want to know whats wrong. And I can't just say, Oh, I got made fun for a suicide attempt, and your son did nothing at all. I lay on my bed, and burst into tears.

I cannot help but cry. But I need more. I have never tried cutting. I don't want to either. I need something to make my mind disappear. Then I think. Pills.

I think, where on earth, can I get pills? Funny, they're all around me. I walk to the cabnet, and see various pills.

Zoloft. Haha, no pills could get rid of this feeling.

Laxitives. I'm trying to sleep, not poop.

Sleeping pills. Hmm.
I tear the small box, and I slowly take two out. No. I look again. Maybe three would help? Four? Okay, five and thats it. I grab the small five pills, and I put them to my lips as tears start trembling. I want to, but I also don't. I hear shuffing, and I quickly put them all in my mouth, as I drink it down.

I hear footsteps, to the kitchen and it's Anne. "Hi, Rosie." She says, until she sees me. Her smile, has faded with terror. "Rosie, what's wrong?" She comes quickly to me, holding me, as I break into tears.

I shake my head, and we just stay their for a moment. I feel all bad now, that I'm getting her shirt dirty with my tears. She picks up the box of pills. "Rosie.." Her words trail off. "How many did you take?"

I pick up my hand to show her. I don't feel like talking. She holds me, and runs her fingers through my soft hair. "Rosie, baby, I'm gonna have to take you to the hospital."

I vioently shake me head. "No." I shake my head, "Please don't." I scream, while tears fall freely from my face, as I collapse on the ground.

My head is spinning, and I curl up into a ball. Everything is a blur. I can't see straight, and everything I hear are the voices. I haven't heard these voices in such a long time. I could never escape the voices. Once the voices tease you, they don't go anyway. Suddenly, I hear no more voices, and I'm eyes are completely shut.

Notes

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