HELLO PEOPLE! Its been forever since I wrote my last fanfic, so I have to finish up this story, before I forget. SO, here it is!
Cat looked frantically around the house. No Ariana. Where did she go? Tears ran down her eyes. She couldn't go to jail…at least not yet. She pulled out the bottle of pills. Four left. She pulled out three, and gulped down some juice in her bag. She already bandaged the wound on her shoulder, but it still hurt. There was loud beeping. Cat's heart almost jumped out. The world was spinning. What was that noise? Then, it hit her. It was just her phone. She giggled and picked it up. "Hello?" she asked, the pills starting to take over again. "H-hello C-cat. It's Mrs. Vega speaking. I-I was wondering if you've heard of Trina. I've been calling her all day, and I'm guessing your one of her friends…" she started to say, sniffling. Yeah, right. "Not at all, mam. I haven't heard of Trina all day." She lied. The smell of death filled the room.
Cat suddenly heard crying, but she didn't care. She was wondering how many licks it took to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. "O-okay Cat. Listen, I know Tori's death might have hurt you, but stay strong, okay?" she asked, voice cracking, filled with misery. She grinned, and replied, "Okay, Mrs. Vega. I appreciate you calling me. Bye now." She quickly hung up. It was so cold, and gloomy, outside. It was nine pm. She yawned, and locked every window, and door just in case Ariana tries to break in. She grabbed her gun, putting it under her pillow. She took one more pill, and felt dizzy. Anger. Pain. Depression. She collapsed on the sofa. She couldn't move. She grinned, and blacked out.
Ok, cruddy chapter. I'll try to right more later. It's summer vacation, so I'll be writing more. I wanna give a shout out to my friend who was just diagnosed with leaukemia. God bless u, girl. Well dat's it my peeps, SO GOODBYE!