Bitten // Luke Hemmings

Conversation with Me

I laid in my bed thinking about what just happened. I still couldn't completely grasp that Luke, actually kissed me.

On the lips.

But then again I also regret it.

Why the fuck in hell would I ever kiss him back?

*Conversation with Me*

Me: ugh
My soul: you slut
Me: I know
My soul: you fucking kissed him
Me: yes I have realized that
My soul: why
Me: I don't fucking know
My soul: well you're the one who kissed him
Me: leave me alone
My soul: I'm inside you I can't just "leave you alone"
Me: ugh
My soul: besides what was the vision thingy you had when he touched you?
Me: how the fuck am I supposed to know?

*End of Conversation with Me*

-Next Day-

I woke up to the sound of rain.

Gee, looks like the weather is mocking my mood.

I pad around my room, trying to find my slippers. After finding them, I check my phone.

Message from: Unknown

I unlock my phone, just to find a message reading:

Hey Quinn. It's me Luke. I got your phone number from Ashlee. I'm sorry ok. Please don't be mad it never seemed like it. Can we talk about it later? xoxo Luke

I ignore what he says and walk downstairs to eat breakfast.

- 10 minutes later -

"I'm serious mom, I'm feeling good" I tell my mom who looks at me sadly.

"Sweetie you have a fever" she says, "maybe it's from the stress of moving."

I sigh and roll back into my bed.

"Honey bun, what happened yesterday?"

"Nothing, mom" I reply a tear falling from my eye.

Why the hell am I crying?

"Quinice" she says sighing, "did people make fun of your skinniness?"

Yeah, this has happened. In 7th grade, a girl named Annie used to bully me and say I was fat and ugly. To be honest, I was kind of chubby but not any where to obease. As usual, I took it seriously and I became anorexic. I stopped eating and I eventually became depressed and I had anxiety. Then came Hailey. She soon became my best friend and would stick up for me through out 8th-9th grade. Until she comitted suicide. I was a broken mess and I even cut myself because I missed her. So much. Hailey would be there for me and we would tell each other secrets like any other best friends would do. I've gotten a bit better now and my mom thought that moving was a great idea for me to get a fresh start, plus, it was also because of my dads work.

"No, mom" I tell her, "I-I-I just miss New York."

She gives me a smile and tells me that we all miss our home. Our friends. Our family. But we all have to stay strong in order to be a good family.