Writing To Abigail


Abigail was my best friend.
She disappeared one day and never came back.
Well that's what they want me to think.
But I know what happened.
You gave me the note, and promised to meet me again in heaven some day.
I write letters to Abigail every day, hoping maybe she'd read them, maybe she could help.
Sometimes I can feel her, but she's not here.
Abby, please save me?


14. July 14

July 14,


I just woke up on top of my notebook. Blood everywhere. My parents are still not home. They went out drinking last night.

Obviously I passed out.

I tried to walk but my cuts made it hurt against my fleece plaid pajamas. I looked in the mirror.

Still ugly.

Still fat.

Still nothing.

Why is it so hard just to be a little prettier? That's all I want. I mean, well, I want perfection. But I'm not one bit pretty. At all. Derek even knows that. He knows I'm hideous, he's just dating me because he feels bad.

I'm so hungry.

It's so bad, like I can't concentrate.

I want to eat.

Wait, no, no I don't.

I didn't finish my letter last night, I just blacked out. I mean I want to finish it, but I don't know how to. I guess you got the point that I fell unconcious as a punishment, because that's what happens when sick girls do naughty things, they get punished.

I don't like the way my stomach feels.

Maybe I have the flu.

Yup, that must be it.

No food for me.

Nope, nope, nope.

Abby, no one could teach life better than you. You gained perfection, and I will too. Even if I'm dead, I'll look pretty for the maggots crawling on my decaying body.

It still counts for something.

Making someone jealous.

From, Tori


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