Liza meets Gabbie after moving to California, at the ripe age of 18. They become great friends, but will her deepest secret ruin it all??
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I pull up outside my apartment building, and just screamed into the wheel. The memories don't stop flowing in. It all seems too real. I hear her voice. I hear Gabbies voice. I hear voices. Words. Sounds.
They get louder
LoUdEr
LOUDer
LOUDER
QUIETer
QuIeTeR
Quieter
quieter
du-dum...du-dum...du-dum
I get my stuff and get out the car. I walk to the elevator and press my floor number. The elevator stops at my stop, and I get out. I walk down the hall to my apartment. I unlock the door and chuck everything on the counter. I get undressed and change into pyjamas. I brush my teeth, then go to bed. I remember what I did, and I cry myself to sleep.
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Liza: omg, it was just a dream.
I'm sweating everywhere, and I hear a knock.
L: yeah, who is it?
G: it's gabbie. Can I come in?
L: yeah.
She rushes in, and comes to sit next to me.
G: you were screaming, I live next to you
L: sorry if I woke you
G: that doesn't matter, you were screaming
L: ok, sorry dude
G: are you okay?
L: yeah, I'm fine.
Suddenly, she lunges at me. I kiss back, and regret it immediately. Once I start, I can't stop. She falls back down so we are laying down. We are making out, side by side, facing each other. I find the strength to pull away, and I lay there, looking into her eyes.
L: you should probably go before Ashley suspects something.
G: yeah. Text me if you need me.
L: will do.
I lay there, thinking about what I just did. I look at a frame on my wall while reliving the night in my head. I get up and go to pee. I pee, like you do, and I see a razor. I stare at my wrist, and grab the razor. I punish myself, 1....2....3. I decide that's enough for one night and put the razor down. I clean up the mess, and go to sleep again.
I wake up, sort of, and I get up. I groggily walk to the kitchen, and I put my arm on the counter. Forgetting all about my actions last night I wince in pain. I decide for basic cereal, and I get out the things to make it.
