daydreamer |luke hemmings|

|Chapter 16|

Chapter 16

Tori's POV

I cant believe Alice is here! See the thing is, Alice was my best friend before Callie and Alana. We sorta drifted apart because she dated Sam, right after he dumped me. We had a rough patch, when i went to her house, Sam was there. When i would call her, Sam was there. When i went on Social Media, guess what? SAM WAS THERE!

we faded apart. the last about 3 months, She contacted me. She said she was sorry. We sorta kept texting, she told me about her life and i told her about mine. Recently i told her about Hemmings, she gushed about how lucky i was, to be dating the one and only Luke Hemmings.

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I'm bored. I woke up way too early on a school day, like who wakes up early on a school day? I wake up at like 6:45 normally, today I woke up at 6:00. Yeah I know right.

Christmas is coming soon. My tree is up and decorated, thanks to Gordon, Fletcher, Robert, and Thomas. Usually it's me and Alana always putting up and decorating they tree, but she's been distant lately. I'm not sure why. Callie and I have become closer, she was always so quiet and shy, now that Hemmings came and Alana left, she has been with us a lot more.

When it's time for school I leave at 7:15 and walk to school. I plug my penguin headphones into my ears and scroll to the top of my list and press shuffle. The first song appears to be... Diamonds? By Rihanna? I don't listen to her, why do I have that? I scroll all through my music and find that Calum has downloaded every single kids-bop album known to man. I shake my head in disbelief while laughing. I scroll to a song I like and put on Blink-182, I Miss You comes on. Typical.

I arrive at school with She's A Rebel by Greenday stuck in my head. I spot Hemmings by his locker, I jog over to his place and lean up against the lockers.

"Hey." I say deep voice

"Hey Tori!" He says, not even looking at me.

"HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS ME?" I half whisper-yelled.

"Who else would do that and fail miserably?" He chuckled

"You" I stuck out my tongue

First period Maths. Ewe. I mean I'm not bad at it. I just simply don't like it. I sit down at the only empty seat witch is right in front of Kate.. OH JOY! Hint my sarcasm. I plop in the seat and take out my notebook and mechanical pencil and start to write the notes on the board. Suddenly I feel a tap on notebook, I take my eyes off the board and look down at my notebook. there is a little crumpled up piece of paper laying there untouched. I open the note and it read,
I hope you know I wish you died!!
-Kate :)

I suddenly get another piece of paper thrown my way,
Stay away from Luke.
-Kate:)

And another,

You rude little bitch.

Another,

Your ugly

More,

Also fat

I decided not to care anymore, but how could you not care about that? It hurt. I had one more thrown my way.

Your mom left you because your a worthless little slut. she never loved you.

That is when she crossed the line.

"DO YOU REAllY THINK ITS OKAY TO SAY THAT?" I turn around and yelled

"it's true," she shrugged

"FUCK YOU" I spat

"What?" She cocked her head and smirked

"You heard me." I retorted

"luke only likes you out of pity. he said he would always be there for you I bet. he only wants me, he gets you to get to me. He will never love you. Your just a toy to him. Just like you were to Sam." she smirks

I run out of the room and into the hallways, out the door till I get to my home. I run upstairs to the bathroom, crying from what happened, I take a glance in the mirror. my eyes are blood shot red, cheeks are stained, and face pale. I quickly look away from the mirror, clearly disappointed with my appearance.

I fiddle around with the thing under the sink in the cabinet. Till I reach a familiar box. My box contained a cloth and most importantly a blade.

I rip the blade out from the box and twirl it around in my fingers. The cold metal brings back old memories of my previous cuts. I remember the last time I cut was when my mom left. I was so happy to be clean. I've held off this long. It's long enough.

I strike the metal blade against the flesh of my wrist. The sensation tickles my skin, asking for more. I slice the seconds slit through my wrist. Blood drooping from the marks. I do the same process, till I reach the fifth cut. the blade pressed against my skin, I dig in and slice a big cut. Blood immediately dripping from my wrist. I clutch my wrist in pain.

Why I do it you ask?

It takes the pain away from my heart.

A/N

DUM DUM DUM.

OMG SHE CUT.

OH SORRY FOR THAT PIC IF YINZ
THINK THATS GRUESOME.

KATES A BITCH.

IM TIRED.

I NEED SHIP NAMES!!

500 READS OMG THANKS!!

Baii!

-Tori 🍄