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⑦ kyle's pov

Kyle's POV

This Sunday was almost completely dedicated to Abbi. After I had breakfast we texted, then called, then skyped. I took her every where with me. At some point I even went to the bathroom with my phone. She didn't see anything so I guess it was okay.

I just felt so comfortable around her. I have barely known her but sometimes one just knows that when you meet someone you instantly click with, you can't let them go. 

It may or may not have to do with the fact that I've gone through what she has been going through. But it doesn't matter. I can't and won't stop trying to win her over.

She is the only person that makes me happy. I tried to think back to a time when I was happy.

I couldn't think of any. 

We ended up skyping after a while. I went to a quiet cafe not too far away from my house and had a late lunch with Abbi. At home, she made herself a sandwich and I orderd a sandwich. That's when the atmosphere of our conversation went dark.

She told me about the day she attempted suicide and how she didn't care about the world or anything in it. However, I found that hard to believe because of the way she talked about things, an example being her parents. She was mad at them for separting but I knew she loved them. Her problem isn't that she doesn't care, it was just that she doesn't know how to respond to the way she has been treated. 

I couldn't bring myself to tell her any of that though.

I've struggled with depression for about two years. It has been off and on, causing a massive decrease in all aspects of my life. Grades, goals, friends. The cause being the death of my former love, Jada. I had liked Jada for a long time, and she knew that. She would mess around with my feelings but I didn't judge her. I knew it was just because she was going through some hard time. 

I remember her wild curly hair and her soft hands. I remember how she would ask me to smoke with her, and how her word muffled whenever she came over to my house drunk. I loved her so much and I wanted to help her.

The ironic thing about her death was that it wasn't because of drugs or alcohol. She died in a car crash with her mother.

It hurt to think of her. So I stopped and went back to reality. I frowned and lifted up my long sleeve shirt under the table (a perspective the camera couldn't see). I looked at the rows of scars on my arm then quickly covered it when I heared Abbi's voice.

Abbi and I talked about everything and anything. I loved finding out more about her, and I loved telling her about me. I could tell anything she wanted to know except for the fact that I struggled with depression. It may make her feel sorry for me. Yes, we were kind of on the same boat, but our situations were different. 

When I finished eating I paid and went to my bike. I rode and the weather became cool on my face. The sun was slowly fading away. 

I turned a corner on the sidewalk. I wasn't to far away from home at this point. Abbi was still on the phone, and I started hearing a lot of yelling and crashing. It was coming from across the street inside a dark alley. I parked my bike and locked it to a tree. 

Confidetly, I followed the sound and saw three dark figures. Two of them were yelling and pushing on the other figure and the other figure seemed very much high. 

I quickly told Abbi that I had to go and hung up the call.

I approched the figures slowly. When I came close enough to for them to notice me I could see their faces. I recognized one of them from my class, but his name escaped me. He looked sluggish and I noticed he wasn't fighting back.