Chapter 8
Hailey Pov:
I turned around to see Keyanna and Dylan growling at me. Ignoring him I walked over to Janeil with her vanilla ice cream.
"What the fuck is wrong with him? If he's mad that the guy flirted with you then he obviously likes you." Janeil said.
"Stop changing the god dam subject. Now tell me what happened" I demanded.
"Okay so I was painting and I alone like always. Then that's when I saw them, my parents, but this time it was different. They spoke to me. They said that I was the reason for their death and I should join them. Then I took the blade..."
"Where do you keep getting the blades from?" I interrupted.
"I have a knife with a removable blade in my art kit" she replied.
"Otay continue" I encouraged.
"Then I took the blade and started cutting my wrist. I was gonna cut my vein but that's when you guys walked in and stopped me" she finished.
"What did I tell you about that! When ever you feel like that you have to call me, text me, FaceTime me or whatever. Anything to take your mind off of it" I said.
"Speaking of taking my mind off of things. My brothers are throwing another party and you have to go" she insisted.
"You know that I don't like parties" I replied.
"Please we'll stay in the kitchen and it will help me take my mind off of things."
"Fine. I'll come over later" I said giving in and standing up. Me and Janeil left the mall and went our separate ways.
A few hours later:
I walked up to Janeils house to all the lights off and music blasting from every direction. I walked in to see a room full of people covered in neon colors. I walked around to try and find Janeil when I spotted her and Brianna cover in neon orange and pink dancing around.
I walked over and tapped Brianna shoulder. She looked completely shocked to see me here since I hate parties.
"Where have you been? You've been missing for ma long!" I tried yelling over the music.
"I've been busy" she yelled back.
"Doing what exactly?" I asked.
"I've been with Isaiah. He has introduced me to his family and they are amazing. I think I love him" she said with a genuine smile thinking about him. I want that. I want to be able to think about someone like she does. I turned to Janeil who had her head down thinking about the same thing.
"Well, shall we get this party started?" I yelled. They both looked shocked and yet happy. They got paint and dumped it all over me.
"Shall we dance?" Janeil asked.
"We shall" I replied. I turned around to walk to the dance floor when my eyes locked with none other then Dylan. Great!
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