Perfect, Except...

After Tony got home he was weird. He wasn't acting like his usual self. After he got home he grabbed a few cookies and went straight upstairs to his room without as much as a simple hello. Was he mad at me? If something bothered him he would tell me right? Or would he?
An hour passed and he was still in his room. I walked up the stairs and knocked on his door.
"Hey Tony?" I asked. He opened the door.
"Yeah?"
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah...I guess."
"Can I come in?"
The TV was on and he was watching Star Wars. That was normal. I sat down on his bed.
"What's wrong?"
"I..." he trailed. "I'm...I'm dating Abigail."
My heart shattered. Abigail. That bitch the shoved me down the stairs a few weeks ago. That bitch who called me a slut even though I'm a virgin. That bitch that made me consider taking my own life. That bitch. But I didn't tell Tony because I didn't want him to be worried about me.
"Oh that's great," I said managing to force up a fake smile.
"Yeah but I won't be able to see you as much and she's going to come over a lot."
"That's okay, I understand."
My hands were in my pockets, desperately trying to strangle something.
"Promise me that our relationship isn't going to ruin our friendship."
I crossed my fingers inside my pocket.
"I promise."
I said and walked out. I went to my room and quietly shut the door. I sat down on my bed. The tears were forming fast. I buried my face in my hands and cried silently. I have had a crush on Tony ever since we were 13. And now he's dating Abigail. No no no no no... this could not get any worse.
But as usual, I was wrong.

~Abigail's point of view~
I was driving over to Tony's house when I realized there was more than one car there. I walked to the front door and rang he bell. This random chick opened the door. She looked like she had just been crying.
"Oh...you must be...Abigail."
"Yeah. Mmm, I'm here to see Tony?"
"Oh yeah, he's in his room. Come in."
Tony was in his room watching Star Wars as usual.
"Heyy!" I said. I leapt onto his bed.
"I'll leave you two alone," the random chick said and she walked away.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"My best friend. Her name's Brianne."
"Oh."
I don't want anyone in between Tony and I. He's mine.

~Brianne's point of view~

Tears and tears and tears. I went to the bathroom and got my shaving blades that I haven't used. I leaned against the edge of the tub and exposed my arm. I've never cut before, and I was going to now. It took me a while but I finally brought the blade to my wrist. I pressed down and dragged. Blood dripped out and into my hand. I made another cut. And another. Until my entire arm was filled with red lines. I cleaned up and put my blade in my pocket. I pulled down my sleeve but you can still see some cuts. I was walking out of the bathroom until I bumped into Tony.

Notes

whups.