Abigail's P. O. V; I woke up with happy memories I had from yesterday. I had a really good day with Aiden. We talked about lots of stuff and he took me to a movie and beach and bought me food, we split the bills by the way. I had a good day with him. But then, it didn't feel more than hanging out with a friend. He was my senior in school and a friend to me. I should tell him how I feel towards him before it gets difficult to make him understand. I don't know how it would go if he did feel that way towards me, though.But I'll never know unless I do something and take the risk of ruining our friendship or losing what little I have left in life. But I have no choice if I want to keep my friendships, since I can't risk hurting him like I already almost had once before. But I guess that's just another problem for tomorrow. Right now, I'm gonna enjoy what has been granted to me today. so that means i won't think about tomorrow anymore. but as usual when i'm at peace, i find myself thin
Abigail's p. O. V;As I was walking out of the school campus, everyone made fun of me and teased me. I got surrounded by some group of guys who bullied me for being the girlfriend of a loser. I shouted at them, "Who are you calling a loser? Did you see him lose anywhere or did he lose fighting with you? you won't even stand a chance against him..."While I was speaking, one of the guys grabbed my hand and asked, "You looked hot while kissing him. I want to know how it tastes too. Give me a kiss." I struggled to escape from his grip when he pulled me towards him. Suddenly, someone pulled me towards them. I recognised that it was Aiden from the warmth of his hug. He gave him a punch on his face and said to them, "Whoever wants to hear, hear me out! She's my girlfriend. I won't be idle if anyone dares to touch her!" He grabbed my hand and walked away from there. After we came a long way from school, he let go of my hand and said, "I'm sorry for saying that you're my girlfriend. I don
Abigail's p. O. V;I'm Abigail Hopper, and I don't have a mother, raised by my father. I have an aunt and a cousin named Cleo. Got bullied in middle school for bad mouthing against werewolves. New transfer student to Westchester high. This is what everyone knows about me so far. but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves.I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience
Abigail's P O V;While i was walking to my class, all i could think was about the murders in the city. The people that were found killed under the bridge or their houses; they were all different, but each time it felt as if you were getting closer and closer to a crime lord. It made me wonder who these people were, what their story was, why did they end up getting by some murderer. All these things crossed my mind, not being able to stop thinking about this whole situation. My mind would keep drifting back to the man who had been found underneath the bridge. I wondered if he really died like everyone assumed he did or if he was just lying there unconscious. Maybe that was where his body was hidden. “You look very concentrated, are you okay?” someone spoke behind me which made me nearly jump out of my seat. It took a few seconds for me to calm down and turn around. It was Luna. "Hey Luna.""Are you still worried about that incident? yours became a old news after that serial killer
Abigail's p. o. v:Dad woke me up from the couch and asked, "Why are you sleeping here? go and sleep in your room." I sat straight and thought about Mr Gonzalo. Dad sat beside me and asked, "Abby, is everything alright?"I shaked my head and said, "No, dad."He lifted my face by holding my chin and asked, "What happened?"I moved closer to him and hugged him. he patted on my back while asking, "Abby, why are you crying? What happened in the school? Did you get bullied again?"I let go of him, shook my head no and cried."Come on, Abby. tell me," he said as I kept wiping my tears.I stood up and said, "You're wrong, dad. This place is trash. it is no place to live. we shouldn't have stayed here at all."Dad looked at me and asked, "Tell me What happened, Abby?"I looked at him with teary eyes and said, "Mr Gonzalo was dead because of me, dad." and cried again."Abby, what are you saying?"I told him what happened back in school while crying. He gave me a hug and said, "You didn't d
Abigail's P. O. V;Dad, "How many days are you going to be like this, Abby?"I didn't respond as I sat with my eyes closed on the couch. I felt bad that it was so difficult for him to understand. He would never understand why it was hard for me to accept his help. It was hard for me to deal with things that were happening in my life. But then again, that's just who I am. An introvert and an extrovert. When people ask me how I'm doing, I always smile and give them a generic reply. "I'm good," is all that I'll say. If someone else asked me what I did today at school, I'd probably tell them that I'd spent most of it hiding from everyone else. Or maybe that I don't get along very well with some people and that sometimes I just want to stay alone, but dad wouldn't know about that."You haven't come out of your room all day. You aren't eating much either."No, I' m not hungry, I'm not sleeping, and I don't really have anyone to talk to. That doesn't sound like me at all. I wish he would go
Abigail's dad p. O. V;Dad, "How many days are you going to be like this, Abby?"She didn't respond and laid on the bed like a log.I sat beside her and said while caressing her hair, "You haven't come out of your room all day. You aren't eating much either."Seeing her being like this hurts me a lot. Even though I did so much for her, I couldn't make her forget her mom's death. I know it's a terrible thing for a ten year old girl to see her mother dying in front of her but I don't know how to make her forget about it. I was sitting beside her, rubbing her back softly. I had stopped asking after a while, and we sat in silence until finally I sighed and said, "Well, I've got some work to do so I guess I'll leave you alone for now."After she nodded, I stood up from the bed and began heading towards the door. Before I turned to walk out of the room though, I paused and looked back at her and said. "Just remember to eat, okay? You're not getting any younger." And walked out of her room.
Abigail's P. O. V;Today's Emma's funeral, and the sun has long since set. It's a beautiful night, full of stars in this unfamiliar sky. All around her she can see people crying; her brother and his wife stand next to her, while Henry stands behind them with his mother, Emma's parents, and her little sister. The priest begins to preach a sermon about Jesus who suffered for mankind, telling everyone that he died so that humanity could live. He says how if we don't have love to believe in us we'll go insane, but it isn't true. Love is what brings someone back from the dead. Emma had always believed that, but now she wonders if it really was enough. If there was something more than just loving each other, then why did she want to die? Was she going to be tortured again? She thought death meant peace. Did they only get the part where life went on? Or maybe not; did she really deserve a peaceful death? Peaceful death they say.how can they say it's peaceful when she took out her life by h