Type 1
Three words that changed my life: " You have diabetes".
It was the next day, and I had already prepared my stuff, including my school books, pencil case, a perfume that makes you smell fresh and clean, and, of course, my emergency bag. It's a small pink purse-style bag that I decorated with stickers because it was dull and boring.
I honestly would try harder when dressing up for school, but it came down to not giving a fuck.
I haven't seen Hailey since yesterday, but I'm sure she's fine because our mother made sure she took her medications.
I sighed deeply and drew my hair up into a high ponytail. I'm tired of having my hair down and all over my face.
I took my bag and exited my bedroom. Standing in the hallway, I looked over at Hailey's slightly open bedroom door. Mom walks out of the bedroom and notices me. She quickly closes Hailey's door and walks over to me.
"How are you feeling today, Aria? You can stay at home if you do not want to go to school "she suggested, staring at me and wrinkled her brow slightly.
I swallowed and shrugged my shoulders at her, holding my bag strap on my arm."I'm fine, but I'd like to go to school to clear my mind. Staying at home, I believe, would make things more difficult "I stated, and she nods her head in agreement.
She returns her attention to Hailey's room, making sure she doesn't hear anything. Mom then turns her head to face me.
" Hailey isn't feeling well today, so she'll stay at home."
I sighed deeply, raising my brows and turning to face the staircase."Okay, well, I'm off," I said, ignoring what she said and about to walk away when she stopped me.
She smiles softly and looks me down with her warm brown eyes."Don't push Hailey away, honey. Don't be mad at her; she was off her meds and acted that way." I flinched a little as she placed her hand on my upper arm. She frowns slightly, ignores my reaction, and keeps her hand on my arm. "She's having trouble with her medications. You must be patient with her and act as the bigger person."
I shook my head and chuckled softly. I come to a halt and return her gaze. "I'm tired of always being the bigger person." I said openly, and she relaxed her eyes, unable to say anything. I continued walking towards the stairs while holding my bag.
"Hailey wants to talk to you," she said, causing me to pause and look down the stairs from the top. I drew my lips together and inhaled deeply through my nostrils. Hearing Mom walk towards me and position herself besides me.
"Go make up with her and put an end to this ridiculous situation," she says, pulling her wrist over to her face and staring down at her watch. "I was going to work today, but I decided to stay home and watch Hailey instead."
I remained silent as I watched her sigh heavily and turn her head to stare at me. Before walking down the stairs, she smiles. I remain motionless, unsure whether I should enter Hailey's room and confront her.
I knew she was off her meds, but what she said, those words, they really hurt me.
I turned over and looked into her bedroom. I sighed and started walking. I stand behind her door, staring at my shoes, hesitant to knock. I raise my hand, my knuckles close to the door. My lips trembled as I knocked on the door.
" Come in"
I opened the door and crept inside after hearing Hailey's voice. Tilting my head to the side, I noticed her staring at me from her bed. I stood behind the door, avoiding getting any closer to her. She notices and looks down before speaking, swallowing.
"I'll make it quick because I don't want to keep you from school," she said, looking up at me with misery in her eyes.
"I apologize for yesterday..." She expressed regret.
It didn't sound genuine, but I believe she just wants to move past our awkward tension. I keep looking around, ignoring her eye contact and remaining silent because I don't want to accept her apology so quickly.
"Mom wants us to make up, Aria, and she's right," she continued." Look, I'm sorry for the way I acted and the things I said."
"Do you realize how much your words have affected me?" I questioned, lifting my glistening gaze to her and seeing her still staring at me. I bite my lower lip, trying not to cry.
She looks down, sighs softly, and nods her head. "I know, Mom told me."
"I'm your sister, not your enemy," I said sternly. She nods again before carefully getting out of bed and approaching me.
"Of course, you're my sister. You know how crazy I act when I'm not on my meds "She explained while moving her hands and smiling down at me. "I'm sorry, and now it's your turn."
I raised my brows and looked stunned when she said that."What exactly do I need to apologize for?"I asked, my teeth gritted and my arms crossed, waiting for her response.
"Dylan was punched in the face by you. You need to apologise to him and for ruining my relationship with him."she explained, staring at me.
"What relationship, Hailey?" I asked, lightly shaking my head as she returned my stare with her soulless eyes. I scoff and smooth my brow, a frustrated smile on my face. "I'm not apologizing to that dickhead."
"You're acting crazy. I apologized to you, and you're still not making amends for your mistakes "She said this while pointing her hands at me.
I burst out laughing, giggling away my insanity. I abruptly stopped laughing and looked at her.
" You think I'm acting crazy?"I asked, widening my arms and watching her nod her head.
I drew a thin line between my lips and shifted my gaze to her makeup vanity chair. While looking back at her, I approached her chair and placed my hand on it."Perhaps I should throw your chair across the room like you did to mine?" As I threw her chair across the room, I said this. She closes her eyes and stays motionless.
"HUH, HAILEY!"I yelled at her and grabbed the box containing her makeup brushes. I toss them to the ground, watching the makeup brushes scatter across the floor.
I looked over at her and let out a tired breath."This is what crazy looks like. You" I exhaled while pointing my index finger at her.
She arched her brows and puts her hands over her ears. I return my attention to her, my eyes fixed on her.
"All I want from you is for you to apologize to him and fix our relationship," she said, staring at me and hoping I would understand.
But I truly don't. She's sick in the head
I keep breathing heavily through my nose and pointing my index finger at her."I'm not apologizing to anyone, and I'm not going to fix your shitty fling," I said, standing firm.
She raises her head, her blue eyes welling up. I look around her slightly cluttered room before turning to leave.
"If you don't help me, I'll hurt myself." I came to a complete stop, staring at her bedroom door. After she said that, my eyes slowly widened. "You know I've done it before, and I won't hesitate to do it again."
I slowly turn around and look at her, who was staring at me with aggressive eyes. My palms sweated as I swallowed hard.
Before Dylan, in her previous relationship. She once made an attempt at suicide due to the state of her relationship. She made a lot of effort to maintain control over her relationships and continues to do so today by demanding to know every little detail and fact about the guy she is seeing. The moment the guy had enough, he left her behind. She made an attempt at self-harm as a result. Fortunately, that day, my mother and I were at home.
I had entered her room only to find her in that state. That day changed my life; I now see the world in a different light. The world I used to see was vibrant and colorful, but it is now dark and foreboding.
One thing I don't want to happen again is for that night to end up being just another dreadful memory.
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I arrived at school, locked all of my belongings in my locker, and selected my textbooks for the classes I would be attending. I started walking down the corridor, looking around and noticing the same people.
Sometimes I wonder if people are aware of my existence because it appears that I am the only one paying attention. Except for Jay, who is aware of my existence.
I keep looking around, obviously looking for that one person I don't want to see. I turn around to see him standing near the other lockers with his friends. Some of his friends were dressed in football gear. I sighed and walked over to him, clutching my books tightly against my chest. His friends notice me approaching behind him and raise their eyebrows to alert him.
Dylan turns his head, notices me, and rolls his eyes at my presence. He turns around and makes his back to me once more. He was dressed in black pants, a white shirt, and a leather jacket with a white coat underneath and on the collar.
"I need to talk to you," I said, expecting him to turn around and face me, but he didn't. I look around and hear his friends laughing quietly because he was ignoring me.
I clenched my books tightly and sighed deeply before walking around them and stopping in the middle of them to face Dylan. He looks down at me, his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened by my nearness.
"Don't make me repeat myself," I said, and he grins as if he relates to what I have said.
He looks around, hands in his pockets, and then back down at me. "What do you want?"
I sighed softly, and continue to stare into his eyes. " You mentioned that I punched you in the face to Hailey."
He grins, looking over at his friends and raising his hands, waiting for one of them to pass him the ball. Dylan catches the ball and holds it in his hands after it was thrown over my head.
" Which is what you did," he stated flatly, before continuing to throw the ball to his friends over my head.
I felt myself growing impatient as I closed my eyes. He suddenly throws the ball in my direction, and I catch it while it touches my face. The boys were silent for a moment before laughing joyfully.
I move the ball away from my face and under my armpit. I frown as I look over at him. "And I'd happily do it again," I told him truthfully, a grin on my face. He looks at me and kisses his teeth, clearly irritated by me.
" Hailey wants you two to get back together" I said.
"No fucken way," he said quickly, shaking his head and smirking with his friends, revealing a small dimple on his cheek that I had never seen before. He leans forward, about to take his ball from me, but I nudge away from him.
"She wants you two to be exclusive," I said, looking away and hating every minute of this conversation.
" Like I said, no fucken way. I'm not returning to that crazy bitch" He said this and began laughing with his friends.
I shifted my gaze to him, my eyes narrowed, and I began breathing heavily through my nose. I notice one of his friends silently creeping up to me, attempting to take the ball from me. I grab his wrist with my other hand and twist it as soon as his hands reach over. As I continue to twist his hand, he groans loudly in pain and moves his body. The other boys remained silent and watched me, unsure whether they should help their friend or not.
Dylan looks at his friend, then at me, his grin slowly fading as he stares at me with stern eyes. "Do you think injuring my friend's wrist will make me reconsider? Because if it is, you were mistaken "he said, before laughing again.
I twist his friend's wrist even more as I hear him scream in pain. I need to come up with something.
Something he'll consider.
"I'll do anything you say," I said, looking away and feeling vulnerable."Just get back with my sister," I said, avoiding his gaze because I knew he was staring at me and was silently thinking about what I had said.
"Nothing will change my mind," he said, exhaling. I let go of his friend's wrist, still hearing him groan in pain.
He was about to confront me for injuring him when Dylan stepped forward and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, telling him to back off with his eyes.
I raise my head, realising Dylan was now standing close to me, his gaze fixed on his friend. He looks down at me, into my green eyes, as I look into his dark brown eyes. I scoffed and rolled my eyes before tossing their ball into the distance. I walked away without saying anything to them, annoyed by how that conversation had gone.
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I walked out of my first English class, and I absolutely hate everyone in my room, including my teacher. I'm seriously considering starting the fire alarm and fleeing the school.
I exited the classroom without holding the door for anyone behind me and continued walking away. I turned around and noticed Jay in the distance wearing his football uniform. All of my hatred and anger towards anyone vanished the moment I noticed him. I began to like everyone and was filled with joy and optimism.
I came to a halt in the middle of the corridor, smiling at him and watching him walk. My heart was pounding loudly as I stared at him as if he were some celebrity. I sighed peacefully before someone bumped into my shoulder, forcing me to drop my books down to the floor. They didn't return my stare, nor did they apologize.
Okay, let me rephrase what I said earlier.
I still truly hate everyone and will do so in the future.
"Really?"I said to the random person, and they pretended not to hear me and continued walking away. I sighed deeply and knelt down to the ground, one by one, picking up my books.
I turned my head around while still knelt down and noticed Jay approaching a group of other football players. I scrunched my brows, wondering who he was speaking to.
And, to my pleasant surprise, it was Dylan.
Why in the world is he speaking with flipping asswipe?!
My heart sank when I saw them and the two of them bro hugging. This is not possible. Were they friends, and I had no idea? What if Jay was in a bet and they told him to pursue me?
And my stupid ass has told him everything about my personal life, as well as my struggles to survive this hell.
No, no.
What if Jay isn't who he claims to be?
I gathered my books from the ground and rose slowly. I kept my gaze fixed on them, watching them all walk together in a line and approach me. I couldn't move because I was frozen in place. I pressed my books to my chest and began picking at my skin. Jay looks over and notices me, his hazel green eyes widening and his smile expanding. He pats Dylan's shoulder before sprinting over to me and wrapping his arm around my neck.
I gave an awkward smile and looked over at Dylan, who seemed as confused as I was. He stands there, his curious brown eyes examining Jay and me.
"Aria, this is Dylan, the guy you saw that night," Jay explained as he attempted to properly introduce Dylan to me. Oh, I know exactly who he is.
Dylan sighs deeply and rolls his eyes."Jay, I can't believe you know this annoying..," Dylan said, struggling for words. He looks at me with disgust and into my eyes." thing"
I smirked slightly and arched my brows. I pushed Jay's arm away from me and took a step closer to Dylan."Jay, I can't believe you know this asswipe who treats girls like shit," I said, staring Dylan down. He frowns and scoffs at me, crossing his arms. I looked at him and crossed my arms while looking away.
Jay stood besides us, staring, unsure of what was going on or why we were acting so strangely."Is there something wrong?"Dylan and I both looked at Jay when he asked us.
"Yes," Dylan and I said at the same time, staring at Jay. We looked at each other from the corner of our eyes, expressing our hatred.
"Hey Jay, send me the information about the house party!"
As they passed us, some random guy said, showing Jay his phone and instructing him to text him the information. I raised my brows and returned my gaze to Jay.
"What house party?"I asked him, and he waved that guy away before smiling down at me.
"I was planning on telling you about it. Everyone is invited to my house party "He stated, and I was about to ask him more questions about it when he was pulled away, leaving Dylan and me alone.
Dylan and I both stand there awkwardly and quietly. I kept staring at Jay, who was giving out information to new people passing by. Where did this house party even came from? I sighed deeply and turned around, realizing I was now facing Dylan. He grins as he gets closer me, his gaze fixed on me. I was about to walk away when he put his hand on my upper arm and stopped me. When I gave him a threatening look, he quickly pulled his hand away with a sly smirk.
"How did you meet Jay?" He questioned, curious. I kept my arms crossed and avoided making eye contact with him.
"We met that night, you know the one where you were being a total jerk to me," I said, still avoiding his gaze and hearing him chuckle.
I squint my eyes and turn to face him."How about you?"I asked him the same thing.
He scratched his hair, raised his brows, and smiled weakly."We've known each other since elementary school."
My heart sank when he said that. I was astounded that a person like Jay could be friends with someone like Dylan, who is a troublemaker.
I avert my gaze, smirking at what I was about to say." Clearly, you haven't matured; you're still acting like a child."
He smirks and bites his bottom lip while looking down at me. I raise an eyebrow and shrug my shoulders, knowing what I said was right. He moves in closer, his hot breath tickling my face. My green eyes gradually widened as I realized he was very close.
" What about you, a girl with manly hands?" He asked, and I smirked before chuckling. I shake my head, unbothered by what he said.
"You wish you had my man hands," I replied, and he shook his head, laughing. I grinned at him, my cheeks aching from over-smiling.
He clears his throat and returns my gaze. "I changed my mind," he said abruptly, smirking as he looked down at my lips.
Wait, is he reconsidering?
He then looks up into my green eyes, intensely staring at me. He reached his hand into my ponytail and lightly touched my hair between his fingers."I want you to do whatever I tell you."
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