Chicago Beaumont has a magical life to everyone on the outside. She is just like any other rich kid in the world. She gets whatever she wants at the snap of her fingers. She lives in a beautiful house and she's considered one of the most popular gir...
Starting from the last chapter to end of this book, the chapter names will be hinting at the ending.
--Chicago's P.O.V--
I sighed as I stroked Garrett's blonde hair as we laid in the hospital bed together.
"I'm sorry, Chicago," he muttered for the thousandth time that night. "I'm so sorry."
"Garrett, babe," I said, softly. "I know you are. I'm just so glad you are still alive. I don't know what I would do if you succeeded on offing yourself. You can't leave me in this world alone."
He sniffled as I snuggled closer to him. "I just want the sadness to go away. I want to feel the way I feel with you all the time. You make me happy." His arm rested on my hip as I smiled, kissing his nose.
"I won't ever leave your side, alright? I love you and I want you to be happy all the time because you deserve it."
He gave me a small smile. "You can lie so easily. It's magnificent."
A sigh escaped my lungs as I thought about how low my boyfriend's self-esteem was. He honestly thought he didn't deserve to have any happiness in his life. He thought I would be better off without him which definitely wasn't true in any way, shape, or form.
"You still need to teach me how to drive stick shift," I remarked. "You are the only person I know that has a car with a stick shift."
"If you crash my baby in the process, I swear I'll overdose again." He quickly backtracked as he saw the look on my face. Tears were threatening to drip down my face.
"I'm sorry, that wasn't funny." He pulled me closer to him. "I shouldn't have said that."
I chose to stay silent because in reality, I didn't know how to respond. Earlier he kept sobbing and telling me that he was sorry, but in truth, I didn't know if he was sorry at all. He hated this world and wanted to leave.
"Hey, Chicago?" He muttered, stroking a strand of hair out of my face.
"Yes, Garrett?"
"If I ever do succeed on killing myself, I don't want you to be sad. I want you to move on, alright?"
I sniffled, not able to make eye contact with him. "I can't promise you that, Garrett."
"Then promise me this, Chicago. If I do die, give all my things to yourself and Tre. I only want you to step foot in my room again. To everyone else, I want it to be boarded up." He let out a gigantic sigh.
"Please tell my mom that it wouldn't be her fault."
A sigh left my lungs as I stared at my sleeping boyfriend. When I woke up, I was surprised to find him asleep downstairs on his living room couch. That seemed quite out of the normal, but that's when I realized that we both were supposed to be at school. Garrett's mother usually woke us both up on school days, so I bit shocked that she let us skip once again.
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