RACHEL
I loved lasagna. I loved the glass of juice next to the plate of lasagna. I loved the desert. Brownies with vanilla ice cream. That was my favorite dinner of the week. Will used to feed me the ice cream while I sat in his lap.
I had to admit that we were that lovey dovey couple, but I loved it and so did he.
Today was exactly 2 years ago since we started dating. Since we both confessed to each other on a date on the roof of the school building. No wonder I felt more heartbroken than usual.
Back to my favorite dinner of the week, which Elliot forced me to eat yesterday evening. I threw it all up minutes after he left. Afterwards, my whole body felt empty and numb as I fell asleep.
It was harder to wake up these days and face this shitty world. I didn't understand why aunt Bella was putting so much effort into keeping me alive. I was just getting worse and closer to death.
Honestly, I felt bad for Elliot. She was using him to watch over me to make sure I didn't try to kill myself again. Study in his room to stay away from sharp stuff and yesterday she made Elliot bring food for me so I didn't starve myself to death.
He was a smart guy. He realized this a long time ago, but why was he still doing everything she was telling him to do?
Why would Elliot care if I lived or died? All he wanted was me to graduate high school, but he and I both knew that he wouldn't be able to keep me alive till then.
I pushed the questions I never found the answers to aside and walked through the corridor and downstairs. Nobody was around to clear the path for me of fear, which I was relieved of. I was not a big fan of everyone at this school treating me like the devil, but maybe that what I had become.
I heard the chattering from the cafeteria I hadn't stepped into for around five months as I headed downstairs. The more I distanced myself from that place, the faster did the suffocation lessened. Laughs, giggling and chuckling made me want to rip my hair off. I missed it. I missed it so much.
As I quickened my steps and reached the end of the stairs, I suddenly felt lightheaded. I blinked several times to clear my blurry vision, hoping the world would stop spinning around.
Just as I lost my balance, my history booked collided with floor, just like my scalp would if the world wouldn't stop spinning around.
"Rachel!"
A too familiar voice prevented a blackout and my body went crashing on the floor as two arms wrapped themselves around my waist from behind.
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The Depressed Princess |✔️
Teen FictionSeventeen-year-old Rachel Adams had it all. Wealth, popularity, brains, beauty, the school's hottest boyfriend, everlasting friends and loving parents. Sadly, one tragic incident on the 1st September of 2017 turned her whole world upside down. The s...