Emma and Luke were official. And then the hate started getting bad. Hey Emi! Cal yelled. Yea Cal. Please don't go on twitter. I won't. I grab my laptop and run up to my bedroom. All the thoughts in my head telling me to just take a quick look. So I did. Luke could do better than her. she is a slut just look at her. Wow I can am better than Emma how did she even get Luke.
Then I looked at the trending hashtags
I couldn't read anymore I closed my laptop and cried. All of a sudden I felt two big arms wrap around my waist. Emi why are you crying? Luke asked. Oh I am just a little homesick. You say a little louder. Oh ok if you need me just yell. Ok Luke.
I picked up my blade and went to the bathroom and locked the door. I have been cutting since I was 13. I started to cut slow at first and then fast and deep. I looked at my arm it was full of cuts and blood. Then I heard Michael at the door. Emma you in there? He asked. Yeah I will be out in a second.