A few days has passed since I last left the house. I haven't been going to school or even going outside. I felt bad about the other day. Poor, Luke. But he's pissed at me. So what's the point of going to school. I don't want to make him even more mad. And I guess I'm a little upset with Luke, about the text. My phone has been constantly going off, for the past couple days, but I haven't had enough courage to read them, because there from Luke. So far, he has sent me a total of 26 texts that I haven't checked.
"Hey, dinners done if your hungry?" My mother says walking into my messing room.
"I'm fine." I say sitting on my bed, figiting with my long sleeves.
"Okay." My mother shut the door and left the room.
Then, I started to get a call. It was Luke. At first I was unsure if I should answer it or not. But I decided to not answer it. Before I knew it. I had 7 missed calls and 4 voicemails from him. And still I keep stopping myself from checking them. Truly, I don't know what to do. Or anything matter of fact. I guess I'm depressed. But I've never been so depressed where I would show. But what I always knew was that love is just a game, that's guys play to get what they want, then destroys it by words, lies, or stupid decisions. Luke has destroyed it with words from his text. What do I do?
In the middle of the night, I woke up to hearing my phone ring. I didn't recognize the number so I figured it was safe to answer.
"This is Cassidy. Who is this?" I ask in a very tired voice.
"Are you mad at me?" The person on the other side if the line asks.
"Who is this?" I was confused.
"It's Luke but-" He answered and I hung up the phone, before he could finish what he had to say.
My phone started to ring again. And then again. And again. It got on my nerves so I put it on silent.
By the time I woke up the next morning, it was 8:36a.m. and I saw that I had 73 texts, 24 missed calls, and 17 voicemails from Luke. I really wanted to know what he said, but didn't know if I should read them. So I didn't.
