3. Chapter Two
Today something actually happened. I talked. Maybe not in the best fashion.
Ashton never gave up on trying to get me to talk. He always pesters me.
I guess today I cracked.
I yelled at him.
“Luke, please. I miss you! Just talk to me. Say anything,"
“Say anything, eh? Okay, here's something. Why don't you just leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you, or anyone. I hate you! I hate all of you! You can't fucking make me talk! Take. A. Fucking. Hint. I don't want to talk anymore! It hurts. To talk. It makes me think of her. Everything does!"
I started off mumbling until I was screaming. I started crying after. Ashton just looked hurt and said a quiet I'm sorry.
I feel really bad but he just avoids me and I don't even know where he is.
I close my notebook and but my pen on top of it. I blink a few tears away and my mom says dinner is ready.
I'm not hungry.
I'm never hungry. Like I said, she took everything from me. Yet she had the kindness to leave me my emotions and thoughts. Now I'm drowning in them.