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It's been a few days, but now they mainly focus on Dove. They rarely acknowledge me anymore. What if no one wants me anymore. No one cares about me, they probably don't wanna deal with me anymore. What if people are sick of me? I will be doing a favor by dying.

I bought a lot of drugs and decided to overdose. I sit in my bathtub and take pills after pills. I chug a few bottles and quickly stop at hearing the door pen.

"Bell, we have to- BELL!" Charli yells, coming in.

"It's not what it looks- YES IT IS!" she yells.

She grabs the whiskey out of my hand and pus it on the sink counter. She pulls me up to my feet and carries me to the bed.

"I need to tell Dixie!" she says.

"NO YOU CAN'T" I yell.

"I HAVE TO, YOU ARE OVERDOSING AND YOUR ARE 15!" she yells back.

"No!" I scream.

"Fine, but I will tell her if you ever overdose again, or if I see a bottle or even any drug except medicine in your hand. Do you understand?" she asks sternly.

"Yes!" I say in relief.

"Okay, now let's go," she says.

"What?! I am staying here," I say.

"Like I would let you stay by yourself after I found you overdosing, I need to get to a photo shoot, so lets go," she says standing at the the doorway.

"No, I have to- I don't fucking care," she says, dragging me to the car. I kick and scream the whole way there.

"STOP, EVEN DOVE DOESN'T ACT LIKE THIS!" she yells, buckling me into the car.

"STOP FUCKING COMPARE ME TO DOVE, AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HER BEHAVIOR!" I yell back.

"Don't cuss at me and I will compare you to her if you beave worse than her, she says through gritted teeth.

"JUST FUCK OFF!" I say still fed up.

"BELL ELIZEBETH D'AMELIO!" she yells and smack me.

I stay quiet as she gets into the drivers seat and starts driving. We get to the photo shoot and she pulls me inside.

"Sit on that chair," she says, pointing to a small stool on the side. 

I glare at her madly and make my way over to the stool. I go into the bathroom and lock the last stall. I grab my razor which was in my back pocket. I close my eyes and slit my throat. Before I could I feel and hand tightly grasp.

"THAT WAS THE LAST STRAW! WE ARE GOING HOME NOW, AND I WILL TELL DIXIE!" she yells grabbing the razor and checking my pockets for others.

I post on Instagram:

FORCED TO GO WITH CHARLI

Comments:

Charli: I wouldn't have to force you if you didn't do some shit

-> Shut up

Dixie: WHAT HAPPENED CHARLI

->None of your business

->Dixie: BELL ELIZEBETH!

->Charli: I will tell you as soon as we get home

-> NO!

-> Charli: You bought it on yourself

->Dixie: Thank you Charli, and Bell, I will find out one way or another.

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Charli shoves me onto the couch next to the one where Dixie was waiting.

"Why do you care about what I do, can't you mind your business?" I question, madly.

"Because, you live in my house, eat the food I cook, use the things I pay for. So I have every right," Dixie says, folding her hands.

Charli sits next to me and looks at Dixie.

"Can someone tell me?" Dixie asks, impatiently.

"I went to call Bell and saw her- STOP!" I yell.

DIXIE'S POV:

As Charli told me, Bell yelled "STOP!" and ran up.

"Dixie, she tried to kill herself," Charli told me. What! Bell could not do that.

"Charli, stop bringing false accusations and go to your room," I say.

"I'm not Dixie!" she says.

"Bell would not do that, so stop!" I yell.

"DIXIE WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAD. SHE TRIED TO KIL HERSELF!" Charli yells in my face.

"CHARLI GRACE D'AMELIO! IF YOU DON'T WANT A SPANKING I WOULD ADVICE YOU TO GO TO YOUR ROOM!" I yell. She scoffs and runs to her room. I go to my room and get into bed. Why was Charli trying to get Bell into trouble.

Or maybe she wasn't