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?


15. July 18

July 18,


James came over today by surprise. You might hate me for this, but we kind of got physical. Yea, I have a boyfriend. Yea, James is your ex. All I wanted was a little fun to make me feel better.

He was so caught up in the sex that he didn't even once glance at my slashed thighs. I mean they're pretty obvious. Actually, I kind of wanted him to see him. I wanted him to tear up and kiss my scabby slices. But he wouldn't do that. No one would. I mean, no one ever has. Why would he, out of everyone?

I'm sure if Derek found out he wouldn't care. I mean they're buddies, and they're guys. Guys score with their friends' girlfriends, right? Wait.. that doesn't sound right.

Well fuck.

Why am I well fuck-ing?

This is nothing. Derek tries to make me eat. So what am I going to do every time he wins? I'll fuck one of his friends. Sounds good. He can get punished just like I do for eating. 

He'll make me eat.

I'll hurt myself.

And I'll have sex with James.

Hot James.

He is so sexy.

God damn.

How the fuck do you say no to that body?

Well girls, don't get too excited, he doesn't last in bed.

I swear it was like two seconds.

But that's beyond the point.

I still got to fuck James Smithe.

The James Smithe.

Hottest guy in school.

And I'm not sorry.

Just Fucked, Tori

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