91. Fix This... Now
It's been a week since Luke and I had our fight. I haven't eaten anything. I've been cutting again. I haven't been out of the guest room. I haven't showered. Haven't changed. Haven't talked. I haven't done anything. "Sky, are you hungry?" Amber asked. I shook my head. "Sweetie, you have to eat something." She said. I shook my head. "Have you done anything yet?" She asked. I nodded, and showed her my wrists. "Sky, you have to stop." She said. I shook my head. "Can you talk to me?" She asked. I shook my head. She sighed, and walked out. I sat on the bed, crying.
That's it. I can't take this anymore. I can't stand my best friend like this. I drove over to Luke's house. "Hey cal, is Luke home?" I asked. He nodded. "His room." Calum said. I walked up the stairs. "Amber? What are you doing here?" Luke asked. "You need to fix this now." I said. "Fix what?" He asked. "Skylar." I said. "I can't." He said. "Do you want to know what's happening!" I yelled. He nodded. "Shes not eating, she's not talking, she hasn't talked, she won't come out of her room, she hasn't showered, she hasn't changed her clothes. Luke, she started cutting." I said. He looked at me. "Again. How bad?" He asked. "Everyday. Shes in the bathroom for hours." I said. "Fix this. Now." I said. He nodded.