A/n: This idea just freaking popped into my head and I just can't let it go. I wrote this twice because it was deleted. Fuck. Just review please. Even a simple 'hello' will do :p Enjoy! This is on no one's POV by the way. Ily.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ariana. I wish I did so I can hug her anytime I want.
A girl from Boca looked at her phone's clock and checked the time.
6:49 PM
She sighed and put her phone down.
6:50 PM
"You're strong, Ari. You're strong." She said to herself.
6:51 PM
"I can't do this." She said with sadness in her eyes.
6:52 PM
She sighed and tighten her grip on the knife.
6:53 PM
Her eyes started to water.
6:54 PM
She closed her eyes and a tear fell down her cheeks.
6:55 PM
She decided to sing her song, Honeymoon Avenue, to calm herself down.
"I feel like my h-heart is stuck in bumper to b-bumper, t-traffic.." She sang and cried again.
6:56 PM
She stood up and started to pace back and forth. She felt dizzy so she started to sit back down on the chair.
6:57 PM
She decided to sing another song, Human by Christina Perrie.
"I'm o-only human..I-I bleed when I fall d-down..I'm only hum-human.." She tried again but failed as she let out a another tear.
6:58 PM
She put the knife down and she sobbed.
6:59 PM
"I have to do this..I have to." She said.
7:00 PM
She held her knife again and started chopping..
7:01 PM
"Honey, are you finished chopping the onions yet?" Her mother, Joan Grande, appeared at the entrance of the kitchen.
A/n: So...I'm so corny. I don't even know why I posted this. And yeah, I'm an Arianator.
