Mental

Chapter 2

     "M..m..my...n..na...names..A...a..Abby" I say.  A lot of things are going threw my head at the moment. One I am talking to DARREN CRISS. Two he just saw a part of me that I'd rather him not see. My scar's and cut's are always hidden by wrist band's or sleeves. I never show them to anyone, unless Izzy of Liam make me show them. I can't look at him, he's probably thinking that I'm stupid, fat, and ugly. 

     "Abby?" he says asking for me to look at him, so I do. His golden honey eye's look like they are just glazed with a thin layer of tears. But he doesn't look disgusted, he looks almost loving, and hurt. "You don't need to do this to yourself. Look from whatever just happened I'm pretty sure you know who I am. If you know who I am then you also know that I care about everyone, and I don't want anyone to hurt themselves. Give me your phone" he says. I pull my phone out of my back pocket, and hand it to him unlocked. He sits there for a minute pressing buttons. Then he hands my phone back. I look at it to see that he had made a contact with his name, and an unfamiliar number. "Call or text me if you ever need someone to talk to" he said with a small smile.

     "Thanks" I said now calmed down a little bit. He then grabbed my hand.

     "Can you tell me what just happened, and whats happened before that led you to do that?" he ask's gesturing to my wrist. I nod.

     "Well as you figured out I do know who you are. Well you're kind of like my idol", I say sheepishly, and he smiles, "But that was an anxiety attack, I get them when I'm super nervous or embarrassed. Anyway I've been like this since middle school. No one likes me." I finished with a sigh. Darren looked at me. He looked different then others. When I told other people they either looked like they pitted me or looked like they were going to burst into laughter. But not Darren. He looks sad, and hurt. He doesn't even know me, and does.'t want me to hurt myself.

     "Come with me" he says taking my hand. I follow him. We walk down the noisy streets of LA. I hear people talking, yelling, and laughing. I saw people walking, and running. I saw car exhaust polluting the air. Darren held my hand, and pulled me to an apartment complex. We went inside, and up to the third floor. We got to a door, and Darren put a key in to unlock it. When he opened the door I saw someone else with their back to us. 

     "Hey Joey!" Darren said. Before the person turned around. I couldn't help but think that it could be Joey Richter. But I didn't think it would be. The person turned around, and I saw him. Joey Richter. 

     "Hey Darren! Who's this?" he asks gesturing towards me. 

     "This is Abby. She spilled her coffee on me a little while ago, and told me she was a fan." Darren said. I was internally freaking out while Joey smiled at me. This is crazy, I thought to myself, I'm in the same room as Darren Criss, and Joey Richter!  

     "Hi!" Joey exclaimed. I waved not wanting to say something stupid in front of him, because I already embarrassed myself enough in front of Darren. He waved at me. 

     "As cool as I know this is for you, I need to show you something else." Darren whispered to me. I blushed, and Darren smirked. He went over, and whispered something to Joey, and he nodded once Darren had finished. Darren walked back over to me, grabbed my hand, and started pulling me down the hallway.