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Having a suicide pact with your friend probably isn’t the first thing that comes to mind when you’re trying to make an oral presentation for class, but that’s what Emily suggested to Nicole for their plan to fuck up Ms. Ames. Nicole was hesitant, but eventually, both of them followed through with the plan.
At least, Emily did. Nicole secretly diluted her mixture with Flintstones vitamins, so instead of dying, she had a seizure.
It felt…weird. It felt like Nicole was on a rollercoaster without a seatbelt. It surprisingly hurt less than Nicole thought it would. She doesn’t remember too much about the seizure, other than jerking violently and having a bit of trouble breathing, then having someone shoving her to her side, placing something soft on her head, then blacking out (She was pretty sure she blacked out, at least).
Now, here she is. Nicole, in the hospital, with an IV in her arm, and her wrists wrapped in gauze. She still felt a little sleepy, even a little nauseous, but she ignored it. She instead stared up at the ceiling.
…Emily.
The reason why she was here. Emily’s suicide pact. The fuck was she even thinking? What kind of batshit insane idea was that? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. God, Emily’s probably dead, isn’t she? She took Seroquel, Percocet, and some other drug Nicole can’t remember the name of all at the same time. She should be dead, right?
…God, why was Nicole thinking about Emily so much? They barely knew each other and in the blink of an eye they were best bitches out of nowhere. How did they even become friends? Emily is way more batshit than Nicole probably ever will be. Yet for some reason, Emily constantly hang out with her any time she got. Nicole hasn’t ever seen her this happy before. She was damn near almost constantly smiling when she with her. Hell, Nicole was pretty sure she’s noticed Emily’s face getting redder when she’s with her.
“…Jesus Christ, Nicole, stop thinking about her…”
Nicole looked at the desk next to her. On the desk was her phone. She grabbed it and opened it up, only to be greeted by possibly a thousand and one messages by all of her classmates. “Jesus Christ, did everyone send me a fucking message!?” Nicole skimmed through all of the messages. Full of ”I miss yous” and “I hope you feel better soons.” Even Jeffery gave her a message. “How the hell did Jeffery get my number!?” One of the messages was by her mother, saying she’ll be visiting her soon. Nicole cursed under her breath.
Nicole finally reached the final message. She was planning on skimming the entire thing, but the first sentence caught her eye.
“you wont see this cuz they make us turn our phones off but i just want to write this for me.”
Emily wrote this message for her before they both turned off their phones. How the hell did Nicole not see this sooner? Should she even keep reading? This was just meant for Emily. Whatever, it’s not like she had anything better to do, and TV keeps on playing shitty re-runs of Smallville.
“Im glad we are dying together it just feels right and i cant think of anyone i would rather do it with.”
…Die with her? Nicole never really thought anyone would give a shit about her. Well, some did, but they were all pedophiles and “benzosexuals” who just wanted to fuck her. But Emily, some girl Nicole mostly started talking to, most likely a day ago, wanted this? That she was the one she wanted to die with? Fuck, even if Emily was being overdramatic and lying, which, knowing her, she probably is, it still felt…sweet.
Fuck, what the hell was Nicole thinking!? Whatever, she thought, just keep reading the message.
“I may as well write this too.. “
For some reason, Nicole hesitated for a moment. What the hell is this girl gonna say next?
“i am super fucking gay for you sorry i lied in the hallway and didnt tell u before we shared a bed and changed in front of each other.”
…What.
Nicole was expecting literally anything at this point. A pregnancy, even. Or that Emily killed her mom, or something. Not THIS. Not Emily confessing her love to some girl she met a fucking DAY ago.
“I fucking KNEW she wanted to have sex with me!“
It was so obvious! The kiss good-night, Emily constantly saying “I love you” to Nicole, Emily holding her hands when she noticed she was nervous about the plan, them hugging like a couple while sleeping, the-
Nicole didn’t have time to finish her thought, or the message, as the door seemingly burst open. “Nicole? You have a visitor.”
Nicole jumped, immediately closing her phone. She looked over at the door. There was a doctor, the same doctor who visited her at least a few hours ago to check on her. They seemed a little hesitant, probably because Nicole freaked out when she woke up and saw them.
“God damn it, who the fuck is it!? Can’t you just leave me alone!?” Nicole snapped.
“It’s your mother, Nicole…” The doctor replied.
Before Nicole could even speak, her mother walked past the doctor, into her hospital room. The doctor shut the door, leaving the two alone.
“…Hey, sweetie.”
“…Hey.”Nicole didn’t know what to say.
There was a long and awkward silence.
“So, how have you been?” Nicole’s mom finally broke the silence.
“Just get to the point mom, I’ve been fucking exhausted and sick as fuck in this hospital. You don’t have to ask anything.”
“Nicole, I just…I was so concerned for you. You’ve been in the hospital in a coma for a week”
Jesus Christ, a week? Nicole didn’t think she’d be in a coma for that long. Whatever.
“Stop pretending like you fucking care-It’s not working. Now can’t you just go!?”
“Nicole!”Her mother raised her voice. “You do not disrespect your mother like that! Who’s paying for the medical bills to keep you ALIVE?”
“Don’t even fucking try that method, BITCH.”
“Nicole, I am not a bitch for trying to keep you alive! I’m just trying to comfort you here!”
“Well I don’t NEED any comfort from YOU, mom! Could you just get the fuck out!? I woke up like a few fucking minutes ago!”
“…That girl influenced you, didn’t she!?” Nicole’s mom was talking through clenched teeth.
“What fucking girl!?”
“That girl you invited to the house! She made you like this, didn’t she, Nicole!?”
“…I mean, she’s kinda the reason I’m in the hospital but other than that, no!? I’ve fucking been like this since I could fucking speak, how the fuck are you not used to this!?”
“Your behavior’s worse than ever. I’m just fucking SICK of your BULLSHIT, Nicole!”
“Oh my god I just woke up, could you just fucking leave!? I need a fucking moment!”
“…” Nicole’s mom remained silent for a moment, before turning to look at the door. She walked towards it, grabbing the handle. She turned her head to look at Nicole. ”I’m coming back in at least a few days. I expect your attitude to be better.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Nicole moved on her side, facing the wall.
Just as Nicole’s mom was about to leave, she said one more thing.
“Oh, and one more thing. If I catch you hanging out with that mean girl again, I’m giving you serious consequences.”
Nicole turned her head just slightly to look at her mother.
“Tch, you gonna kick me out of the house or something?”
“…I just might.” Nicole’s mom muttered one final sentence, before leaving, slamming the door behind her.
Nicole didn’t say anything else. She stared at the wall. She felt exhausted. She looked over at her phone. She didn’t feel like reading the rest of Emily’s message. She’ll read it later. All she needs right now was just some sleep.
…Just some sleep.