Frannie's POV 

I sit on my couch thinking why haven't my parents and brother came home yet. I get a call. I know what this is. Australia area code. 

"Hello, Francesca?" The man with the Australian accent questions.

"Yes?" I respond. 

"I don't know how to, um, say this." 

"What? My parent and brother are staying an extra week or so?" I ask thinking it was their hotel. 

"No. I work for Aussie Airlines and Flight 101 crashed and sunk. No one made it out alive." 

"And you are telling me this, why?" I ask not realizing why he told me at that exact moment. 

"Sweetheart, you're parents and brother are dead..." 

"No. YOU'RE LYING! YOU ARE A LIAR! THEY WOULDN'T DO THIS TO ME! THEY KNOW I NEED THEM BACK!" I scream into the phone. 

"Miss, I would never joke about something this serious." 

"Nah ah, call my boyfriend and talk to him. I am not putting up this is crap. Not today!" I scream hanging up the phone realizing I lost another person. 

I run up the stair. Memories flood my mind. Happy, sad, old, new. Every single moment I spent with my family. I walk past their bedrooms. I can see my parents telling me that I was going to be a big sister. Old memories. The day I walked in on 11 year old Michael singing. New memories. My anger boiled up inside. 

I break every family picture destroy their rooms, I don't need to be reminded that this was all my fault. After my disastrous, montrious breakdown I sat on Michael's bed crying. How could this happen to me? Why am I cursed? I think. 

Hunter's POV 

I walk into Francesca's house and I hear crying. There are broken pictures on the floor and rooms destroyed. I already know.  

"It's okay, babygirl. Everything will be just fine. I'm here now." I tell her kissing her forehead and rocking her back and forth. 

"Hunter, they're gone. It's my fault that they are dead." 

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is not your fault at all. Were you on the plane? Were you the one who flew it into the ground and let it fall into ocean? No." 

"I've got a migraine. Stay here and watch TV. I'm getting showered," she tells me "maybe it will clear my mind."

Frannie's POV 

PLAY THE SONG DOWN BELOW

https://youtu.be/MlVSHipZG4w

I lied. I walk into my bathroom and stare at myself. I know this is what I need to do. A feeling of regret overwhelms my body. I look at the door and hear the TV. Hunter is going to find out sooner or later that his girlfriend will be dead on this floor. I know he'll be depressed, but I need to pull a selfish.

"I'm sorry, Hunter." I whisper grabbing my razor. 

I smash it onto the counter making all the blades fall out. I remember the last time I did this. I made four cuts because Jacob cheated on me. That was about a year ago, a little bit more. I remember the look on Cameron's face, Blake's face, and Gabby's face. Fear. They thought I was going to do often. They would guard me. I wasn't truly happy again until I was with Brandon. 

I think about how many cuts I will do. First would be for Lisa and Lori. My best friends, I wasn't there when they got drunk, so therefore, it is my fault they are dead. Second, dumping Brandon, I wasn't really sure if I felt bad about that one, third was for picking Hunter in front of everyone at the Dallas' wedding. Five is for leading Johnny and Mark on. Six is for putting all of my friends in danger so I could live. Seven is for my parents and eight is for my brother. 

Each cut got deeper than the one before. I felt a sensation in my body. In those sixty seconds  I felt something I haven't felt in a long time. Joy. I feeling I forgot I had since the last time I remember having it was when I was 13!

All of the sudden I felt dizzy. The room started spinning, spinning, spinning. Crash. I was out cold. 

Hunter's POV 

Frannie has been in the shower for three episodes of Spongebob. Weird. I think to myself. I think some more-did you hear water running, Hunter?-no. 

I run down the hall breaking open the door. I see my girlfriend's lifeless body on the floor. I call the police and try to feel her pulse. Nothing, I think, shit. 

WHAT DID YOU THINK? DARK I KNOW BUT I NEEDED SOME MORE PLOT TWIST TO MOVE THE STORY ALONG! SHOUT OUT TO Areej_Qahtan BECAUSE SKYLAR GOT THE SONG LYRIC RIGHT AND COMMENTED WHAT I SHOULD CALL MY READERS! 

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Paparazzi, catch my fly                                            

I'm so reckless when I                                                  (stylin') 

I'm so possessive when I                                                                           

My daddy                               momma                                  

You mix that                                                                                                                 Texas bama

I like my                                                                                                                                                

I like my                                                                         Jackson Five                                             

Earned all this money, but                                                                                                                  

I got hot