Imagine [L.H]

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LACEY'S POV:

I nervously fiddled with my fingers as I walked across the street and into the library where the book signing was going to be held.

It's going to be okay, I told myself.

Somehow a small voice in my head still managed to make me think nothing was going to be okay.

I took in a deep breath as I entered the doors and was surprised at how many people were there.

I smiled shyly as bright flashes were seen indicating I was getting my picture taken. I walked down a small space between the chairs people were sitting at and sat at the end where a desk was at.

"There's actually people here," I mumbled to myself as I prepped myself to be showered with questions.

"Ms. Irwin will now be taking questions," I heard a woman say.

Hands shot up and I struggled to pick but decided on a woman with blonde hair in the very back.

She stood up and cleared her throat, "Your book 'Stencils' is a very amazing book Ms. Irwin," she began. I said a quick thank you before motioning for her to ask her question. "The main character falls in love with someone she can't have - is her lover based off of someone you once fell for?"

I shifted slightly when seeing everyone stared at my blushing cheeks. "I met a-a man a few years ago. Yes, he is based off of a real person that I no longer have contact with and haven't spoken to or seen in years."

The girl nodded before everyone began shouting my name to get my attention. I picked a man who was sitting towards the front and seemed to have a small tint of shyness by the looks of it.

His eyes widened and he nervously stood up. "W-w-what's the meaning be-behind your b-book? L-like the lesson?" He asked and sat down right after he asked the question.

I thought for a few seconds before responding. "It's based off of life and all its difficulties. It sends a lot of messages like: If you imagine a perfect world in your mind it may happen one day. Someone once said 'Imagine a world where creativity was expected,' that world is now. Or maybe that perfect world may be a person. 'Stencil' is about how someone can be the stencil of your life by outlining your future and helping you color in the blank, white spots."

That is true. He was the stencil of my life by guiding me and helping me understand the ways of life.

I stared at the cheering crowd with furrowed eyebrows. I get so confused as to why they find things like that clap worthy. I'm not clap worthy. We're in a library, shouldn't they not be clapping? I laughed lightly at my thought.

It's hard not being able to say Luke's name during things like these. I want to answer these questions truthfully but I'm just not allowed to. My personal life is supposed to be kept to myself and not be shared with others. That's what I was taught and told.

I gritted my teeth slightly when I felt my arm sting. That's the first time in years it has done that. I cleared my throat before grabbing a water bottle on the desk I was sitting at. I sneakily put it on the Mark but it didn't work. It didn't cool it down it sort of made it feel worse.

Then I saw small red spots beginning to appear up my arms and legs.
I coughed lightly before announcing that I would be signing everybody's copy of my book after answering a few more questions.

Everyone formed a line and I carefully signed each book, being careful by making sure my bracelets didn't slip down.

This has only ever happened if I was extremely close to Luke. A drop of blood suddenly fell on the front page of the book I was signing.

My wrist.

I quickly stood up as the woman gasped. "Are you okay?"

I nervously looked around at all the eyes on me. I pinched my nose and tilted my head back. "Just a nose bleed, I apologize. Excuse me while I go the the restroom."

I grabbed my purse and rushed over to the bathroom. I quickly set down my purse and took off all my bracelets. I didn't need to worry about people walking in since this was a single bathroom.

I grimaced at all the cuts that had blood slowly trickling out of the slashes.

Why is Luke doing this to himself?

I grabbed a paper towel and pressed it against my wrist. I noticed Luke always harmed his left wrist, never his right.

My eyes widened when I saw vertical cuts begin to appear.

Is he trying to kill us both?

"God dammit Luke," I mumbled.

I blinked repeatedly until it seemed like I was staring at a strobe light, trying to see if I could see him.

The bleeding soon stopped and I heard a crowd cheering.

I heard the sound of loud music playing, thousands of people before him. He was on a stage.

He turned his head; Michael was to his right and Calum to his left, guitars in hand.

Then he turned around to look at what was behind him.

Ashton.

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whAT THE ACTUAL FUCKTARDS

I know this is short but whatever

So I'm not at school fuck yeah

I'm still sick and it sucks halsbosbwfa

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Sorry it's short :(

I love you guys so so much!

Tomorrow is a special day btw :)

If you know what that day is ily for remembering (doubt anyone knows what I'm talking about)

Until next update my sunshines :D

Excuse any mistakes I made!

Bye guys

~xoxo~

Linda