No one was in my house, and it was locked. I didn't have a spare key with me, so I followed Soma to his house instead. He always had the house key, since his uncle did come back late from work.

Soma and I sat in silence, in his uncle's mint green colored sitting room. He wanted to give me the space I need, so he didn't talk at all. He provided water and a box of tissue papers in front of me. I wasn't crying yet tho, I didn't know why. Why I was finding it so difficult to cry.

After I had become tired of sitting and moaning, I decided to find out the actual reason why Art did what she did. I remembered Aisha mentioning something about voice-notes, to me in the class. "Soma, can I have your phone?"

He didn't argue at all. "Okay, lemme go and get it." With that, he left the sitting room and entered the passage. I sat still, admiring the attractiveness of the sitting room. It was then, I realized most of the things in the house were green. The chairs were deep green, while other furniture were grass green. "Here," Soma said, bring me out of my thoughts, stretching his right hand to me and handing me his phone with an earphone. I collected it and immediately plugged in the earphone, heading straight to the WhatsApp group chat. He gave me his phone unlocked.

There was no message after the voice-notes, no one replied to it. There were seven voice-notes. I didn't think twice before my hand quickly clicked on the first the one. "Hey guys, it's me. The ever-annoying Art," she said in a shaky voice as she chuckled dryly. "You guys will be receiving seven voice-notes this morning. Nope, they are not seven reasons why." She laughed at her joke and continued, "There are reasons to the action I'm about to take, but no one is to blame guys. I did it all on my volition, no one forced me. I only wish to relive my parents of a useless child like me, a child who can't make them proud." The voice-note ended, making me reflectively click on the next one.

"The main reason I'm taking this action is to free my parents and my lovely brother, Science. I'm sure you're tired of my problems dear, but you always act like its okay. I've always known I was the odd one out since I was young, I was fat and everyone else was slim and fit," she said, directing it to Science. "Everyone had a talent, while I had none. Mommy and Daddy will look at me like I'm an outcast or something, and you'll try to encourage me. I'm really tired of the looks Mommy and Daddy give me, it makes me cry all night and sad all day," she ended.

She started the next voice-note with a sniff, then a chuckle. "You all would go to art concerts, writing competitions, auditions and a lot more. I'll always stay in the crowd, wishing I was the one on stage. At some point in time, I thought good grades were going to change Mom and Dad attitude towards me, but nothing changed. I went to competitions and won, but that still didn't change the looks they gave me. The cold replies. How they'll look at me with cold eyes, and smile warmly at you. It's like I'm not a member of the family." She broke down, ending the voice-note.

The next voice-note began with her crying. "I'm sorry, but I can't hold it in anymore. There were times I'd happily come home with my excellent result, hoping Mummy would look me in the eyes and smile warmly, and maybe pull me into a hug. But, she'll look at me with the same cold look and look away, continuing what she was doing. She never really cared. And Dad, he treats me like I'm not his responsibility. Whenever I ask him for money or anything, he always doesn't have. But, whenever you ask, he all of a sudden always have." She chuckled, drily. "And you, you're too nice it aches. You treat me like I'm a part of you, and that only made it ache more. It made me feel like a burden more and more, that's when I confided in Zara."

"I was young and had no one to turn to." She switched back to all of us in general. "Zara was so nice to me then, she treated me like her blood sister. I felt at home, I felt loved. She kept on asking me if I was okay, and what was wrong. This questions triggered my outburst, and I poured everything to her, telling her about how my Mom and Dad were treating me. She'd console and encourage me, telling me I had her. And I did believe I had her, and kept on telling her more and more. She'll console, I'll tell. The more I told her about it, the more at ease I felt. But, I didn't know happy moments aren't meant for me, I'm bound to be sad and depressed." She sniffed and chuckled drily, before continuing, "And all of a sudden, Zara turn against me. She loath me, I've never felt such loath before. Not even from my parents. She'll do anything in her power, to see me sad or crying. I tried to ignore her, until yesterday. I couldn't resist it anymore, every single thing she said made a lot of sense."

"When the argument started, I felt it was one of her useless way of getting to me, so I tried to ignore her. But, when she started saying things like "No wonder no one loves you", "No wonder your own parents despise you", "Can't you see it all? Don't you get? No one wants you! We are all better off without you"," she said in a different tone, mimicking Zara. "The more she spoke, the more it all sank in. The more I realized, people would be better off without me. Science won't have to stress himself over me, my parents would have no one to dislike, Zara would be happy and free from loath. I realized I brought nothing but a pain in a lot of people arses. So now, I'm going to tap out."

She started the last voice-note with laughter. "I'd have really like to make this last one a video instead, but I don't want some silly video to be spreading after this. So, this last one is to those who helped me drag this decision until today. All thanks to Science, you've really been awesome. Ella, you've done a lot of things for me. Merely talking and smiling to me, acting like I was your friend really gladdened and warmed my heart. Thanks to Soma and the ever-mischievous triplets. I love you all, thank you." The voice-note ended with a sniff. I sat in shock, unable to talk or think. I didn't even realize when a tear escaped my left eye.

She was the brightest person I knew.