Twelve

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Abigail's pov

All night I was thinking about Luke. How he would sound,what would he look like. I was so excited to meet my internet friend.

What if he didn't like me?Would he think I was a ugly dork ? He was probably a hot popular boy who all the popular girls threw themselves at.

Wait, what am i saying he was a dork to . Popular boys can be dorks too.He must have a pretty girlfriend and didn't tell me .

Im having all these mixed feelings.Great now I feel a fucking panic attack coming on .Don't worry about it it will pass I said to myself. Fuck it wasn't passing it was getting worse.

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By this time I had tears streaming down my face,and a cold blade on my wrist.

Frick, I told myself that I wouldn't cut anymore.My mind told me to stop but my hand kept dragging the blade across my wrist.Once my hand caught up with my mind (a/n that made no sense but idk what to write)I cleaned my wrist and went to my room to cry into my pillow.

{it literally took me so long to write this chapter bc everything i wrote got deleted somehow. Im also listening to green day rn but that doesnt matter. So idek what this chapter was um i guess it was where she worried about meeting Luke.Ok byyyyeeeeee ily -Jordan}

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