Amnesia • hemmings

0.4 - Vivian

I hate when then they do this.
They find people to hate on, get their number, and tell them to die.
My friends are idiots.
"Who is Luke Hemmings?" Natalie asked.
"Oh, he's my neighbor. He always sits in his room and reads with his headphones on, and I hear him and his mom yelling all the time." My other friend, Carolyn, said.
"Oh, isn't he the one who attempted suicide?" Amelia asked, sitting up.
"Yeah, him." Carolyn replied. "He's a total loner, he cuts, too."
"Guys, why do you even do this?" I finally spoke up.
"We don't mean any harm, we're just messing around." Natalie laughed.
"Well how do they know that?" I asked.
"We tell them 99 percent of the time." Amelia said.
"What about the other 1 percent?" I asked.
"We either don't like the other 1 percent, or they're total loners, so we don't tell them." Carolyn shrugged.
"Come on, what's his number?" Amelia asked Carolyn, since she was the one who found all the numbers.
"It's right here!" She said, pointing to the screen of her laptop.
They started texting him the rudest things, and even put in that his mum hates him.
"What does this guy even look like?" I asked after a few minutes.
"Get the yearbook. Luke Hemmings." Carolyn said, not looking up.
I grabbed the yearbook and found his name. He doesn't even smile, I feel bad for him. I bet if he smiled, he would look kind of cute.
"Guys, stop." I said. They looked up at me surprised.
"Why? We always do this." Amelia said, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Yeah, and I always hate it." I said blankly.
"Well then leave." Carolyn said.
"You guys are spending the night at my house." I said slowly, crossing my arms.
"Oh. Well then just wait." She said, looking back at the phone.
Natalie looked up at me a few seconds later, then grabbed her phone.

'I'm sorry...' the text said.

I didn't reply.