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Sorry it's been a while since I've updated, I've been really sick and haven't been able to be on my computer. I'm going to the doctor's office tomorrow. Hopefully I will feel better soon!

I hope you all had a good New Years! I didn't do anything exciting on New Years because I was so sick, but I hope you all had fun!

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I spent a lot of time writing this chapter, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

I love you guys all so much! Thank you for sticking with this story and our angsty little heroine, Brenna. I hope your start to 2015 has been fantastic!

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PS: In this chapter, I made up Greer's last name because I didn't know what it was. If anyone knows what her last name is, feel free to let me know :)

When the bus drops me off at home after school, I see my Mother's car parked outside of our apartment. That's odd, she's usually never home this early. I think to myself as I swing open the front door. The squeaky hinges signal my arrival as I step into the apartment. The apartment smells lemony, which means my Mom has been cleaning. Upon hearing the noise of the front door, my Mother climbs down the stairs and waves at me. Her face looked concerned, which causes my mind to immediately jump to the worst. Oh no, something's happened with April. My heart begins to race in my chest.

"M-Mom! You're home early! Is everything all right? April's okay, isn't she?" I stammered through shaky breathes. I notice my Mother holding a broom and a dustpan. "April's fine, sweetie. Don't worry. That's not why I'm home early. She called ten minutes ago, you barely missed her." My Mother says as she empties the dustpan into the kitchen garbage. My heart rate begins to slow down. She's safe, I think to myself, grateful for the good news.

"A few of my patients have the nasty cold that's been going around, and they cancelled their appointments. " My Mother explains as she digs through the cabinets, looking for something.

"Okay, that makes sense. I'm going to go upstairs and do my homework." I say as I try to make a quick getaway.

"Hold on a sec, Brenna." My Mom calls from the kitchen while I'm halfway up the stairs. I pause, turn around, and walk down the stairs to face her.

"What happened to the ocean picture? I went into your bathroom to get some soap, and I saw the glass shattered everywhere. I just cleaned it up for you."

"It, uh fell last night. I didn't have time to clean it up this morning, so I was going to clean it up this afternoon."

"How did it fall?"

"I-I don't know, I think I might have ran into it by mistake when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break it." I resisted the urge to bite my lip and fiddle with my hair like I usually do when I'm lying. I didn't want to tell my Mother that I had gotten angry and punched the wall.

"Oh that's okay, sweetie. It was an accident. Are you hurt?" My Mother takes my wrists in her hands and looks at my body, checking for wounds. I quickly jerk my arms away and fold them across my chest. My Mother gives me a puzzled look.

"No! I'm perfectly fine. I got out of the way just in time. I have a ton of homework, so I'm going to go get started. I don't want my grade to fall any lower in algebra." My Mother smiles as I start for the stairs.

"Okay, Brenna. I'm so proud of you for caring more about your grades this year. Your hard work is really paying off."

"Thanks, Mom. I'm glad too.

I grab my backpack and run up the stairs to my room and close the door. My heart is racing.

Imagine if she would have rolled up my sleeve and seen my cuts… What would I say? I think as I slide to the floor of my bedroom and lean against the door. I brush my hair out of my face with my fingers, and lay my forehead on my knees.

School was brutal today. Greer was back, and she wouldn't even look at me. Everyone found out about our breakup, and it felt like the whole school was watching us as we walked past each other in the hallways. Greer looked at the ground most of the time, and her pack of preppy giggly friends glared at me whenever we passed in the halls. I couldn't defend myself. Everyone thought that I had dragged Greer out of the hotel and gotten her drunk. The Environmental club kids thought that I just went on the trip so I could party and get drunk without my parents around. Nobody outside of our family knew about Natalie Oritz except for Greer and Beth.

Turning my head, I look at textbooks and papers next to me. Unlike I had told my Mother, I don't really care about my Algebra grade falling anymore. Algebra doesn't matter, nothing matter anymore. I just feel… Empty. I walk over to my bed get down on my hands and knees. Reaching under my bed, I feel around with my fingers until I find what I'm looking for: A smooth, glass bottle of liquor. I stole it from a convenience store last week. Lying in my bed, I swallow large gulps of the liquor until I begin to feel lightheaded and numb. I don't want to be too drunk, because my Mom will notice. But I don't want to remain sober after today, I want to be numb and feel nothing.

When I was done drinking, I close the bottle and slide it far under my bed where it cannot be found. I lie down again in bed and close my eyes. The liquor has worked its magic, and the only thing I can feel is the cuts on my arms and thighs burning, which reminds me that I need to change my bandages.

I roll up my sleeve and my skirt. The cuts all seem to be healing well, except for the deep gash on my leg. It's looking better than it was this morning, but I know that it will still take a lot of time to heal. I squirt some antibiotic ointment on it and cringe as it burns the wound.

What if this isn't just a simple cut? What if it needs medical attention? Part of my mind wonders as I wrap a bandage around the gash. My heart starts to race, I would have to ask my Mom to take me to the doctor, and she would want to know why I wanted to go, and I cannot tell her about this.

The cut doesn't look that bad, I'm sure it will heal just fine. I just need to give it some more time. It hasn't even been a day since I made it. I need to relax. I try to convince myself as I finish up the bandaging. I roll my sleeve and skirt down, and snuggle under the covers and take a nap.

Later that night, after my nap, my Mom ran out to do some errands. Since I don't feel like doing homework, I'm watching an Orange is the New Black marathon on my computer. I pause the episode when I see a notification flash across my screen.

It's from facebook. A photo of Greer and girl with strawberry colored hair stares back at me from the screen. Their arms are wrapped around each other, and they have huge smiles plastered on their faces. I've never seen this girl before; I don't think she goes to our school. The girl is gorgeous. She has a tall frame, thin frame. Freckles line her nose and her blue eyes sparkles like they are made of pixie dust..

Scrolling through my newsfeed, I can see that Greer and this girl have posted a lot of photo together today. The two of them making fish faces, wearing sunglasses, doing model poses, buying candy at the store, all of the things Greer and I used to do together.

Who is this girl? I wonder to myself. I scroll farther down the page, and I immediately regret it. I can feel my heart sink into the pit of my stomach:

Greer Mckinley is in a Relationship with Madison Belleview

It feels like someone punched me really hard in the chest. I stumble away from my laptop and run across the room. I can feel tears streaming down my face. I've been through some bad breakups before, but nothing like this. Greer was everything to me. She changed my life. She helped me discover who I was. She believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. She made me feel like I wasn't as bad as a person as I thought I was. She made me feel alive. When I was with her, I felt whole, if that makes sense. I know it sounds silly, but I could actually see us being together forever. I've never felt that way about anyone ever before.

I could feel my heart breaking into a million different pieces, and shattering onto the ground. I sink into the carpet on the floor, and cry. Once I've composed myself a little, I crawl under the bed and dig the liquor bottle out. I tip my head back and chug until I can't see anymore. I throw the bottle back under my bed, and fall into a pile on the ground.

Stupid. I'm so stupid for thinking we would be together forever. I was never good enough for her. Greer is rich, pretty, popular and perfect. I'm the complete opposite. I'm a waste of space. I was the one who got her in trouble and ruined our relationship. I don't deserve her. I'm a terrible person.

I am suddenly overcome by nausea. I run to the bathroom, and vomit the contents of my stomach into the toilet. How much did I drink? I literally cannot stop heaving. Stupid, I'm so stupid.

Once I'm done heaving the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl, I lean back against the bathroom wall and close my eyes. I want to rip my skin open, and I want to bleed. I need to punish myself for being so selfish. But the alcohol has made me dizzy, and I can't move.

I fall into a deep sleep on the bathroom floor. I don't hear my Mother's scream, or the sound of the ambulance carrying me away.