^^from thee owen patrick joyner's instagram story today🥺👉👈
I quickly text Tyler back.
What did she tell you?
She just said this...
A screenshot of texts from Lydia pops up on the screen. She says that I'm losing my mind. She just saw me talk to a ghost and even make contact with it somehow. She tells him everything. My hysterical crying over "Luke the dead boy".
oh
Is she telling the truth?
I want to tell him the truth. That there are three dead 90's boys living in my garage. But I can't being myself too.
My stomach churns as I type out my reply.
I'm just really stressed out because Julie asked me to fix her hologram machine and I can't. "Luke" is what we call one of the projections. That's the one that's not working.
Oh. Okay. Cause Lydia seems pretty upset.
Yeah, I probably freaked her out a little. That's my fault.
I'll let you two talk it out then
I leave our message and open my texts with Lydia.
YOU TOLD TYLER!
Dahlia, I'm worried about you
That doesn't mean you tell Tyler!
...
My stomach feels like its upside-down. I can feel a burn in the back of my throat.
You're right. I'm sorry.
Its okay.
And I handled it.
You lied to him?
Yes...
My stomach can't take it anymore. I get off the couch and run to the bathroom. I don't even make it to the toilet before puke pours into the sink. I burns and makes me regret drinking something so sugary earlier. I quickly rinse my mouth and the sink out, trying not to puke again from the smell.
My phone buzzes from wherever it landed when I fly off the couch. I walk back out into the garage and pick it up off the floor.
Did you puke?
Yeah.
Im sorry love
Send me a screenshot of what you told Tyler.
I won't say anything to anyone anymore.
Three little dots appear and then disappear again.
I still think you're crazy.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Dahlia // B1
FanfictionJulie and her twin sister Dahlia couldn't be anymore different. Where Julie was a total momma's girl in love with music, Dahlia followed her dad around with a camera hanging around her neck and sketchbook and pencil in her hands. The two were still...