Chapter Twenty-Three

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A/N: Okay, it's probably going to be updated a lot tonight bc it's almost three and I'm not tired. So enjoy.

L u k e

"Come here." I say holding out my arms. She walks over and wraps her arms around my neck. Almost instantly, I find my arms finding their way around her waist. After a few minutes, she speaks up.

"Why are you so cold?"

"I, uh, don't really know." I lie rocking back and forth, something I have found myself doing a lot lately. It's because I'm dead.

"Adelaide, dinner." her mom yells from downstairs.

"That's my cue. Bye Luke." she smiles and walks out the door.

"Bye, Addie." I say after she leaves.

I sneak down the stairs as quiet as possible. I do go unnoticed and slip into the basement door.

"Mate, what's wrong." Ash asks twirling his drum stick in his hand.

"Adelaide's leaving." I say as I plop myself on the old couch that has been there for years.

"They're moving?" Michael asks joining in the conversation.

"No. Just Adelaide." I say barely audible.

"What do you mean?"

"She's going to an institution." I say glum.

"Why? She's so full of energy." Ashton asks.

"She's cutting again."

"She cut before?" Michael asks as they all look at each other.

I heard them talking in the kitchen the day I caught her. It's happened once before.

"Yeah, and she was good, until she moved here. Until she met me. I'm the reason she's cutting again. It's all my fault."

A/N: Okay, so this isn't the best chapter, but they will get better once she goes to the institution. I promisee! :)

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