Sorry I Was'nt finished yet T^T)

It's alright lol, you can still finish it ^v^)

Just finished it!)

My phone buzzes, arousing me from my sleep. I roll over groaning and unlock it, ignoring the time. It's Oliver... I had changed her name to just her name since that... had happened.

Oliver: I'm sorry.

I want to roll my eyes but I don't instead I'm filled with anger.

Me: So now your apologizing? Are you sure it's to me? All I was trying to do was help and instead I got yelled at... I'm tired of it... I'm done with it. The people not believing me the, fake smile I have to put on. I'm tired of it! I can't do this anymore...

By the time I press send, tears are streaming down my face and my eyes are blurry. I stand up, legs wobbly, and walk downstairs. No one's home so I order some doordash. I getthe food a little while later and go back to my room. Sitting on my bed watching a movie. Trying to forget about everything for a little...

I look down as my phone buzzes, hoping to see that the girl had some cheerful message to her... but that was just a hope.

I break down into more sobs as I read her message, I wasn't trying to be mean. She was right before when she said I couldn't control my emotions, I sucked at doing that and i always acted irrationally. I hated myself for that.

I pause for a few minutes before sending another message

I put my phone down after sending the last text, wiping tears that still flooded my face.

Just as my movie finishes I pull out my phone and seea message from her. I close my eyes clicking on the message. I shouldn't have sent that... I should've just said I'm sorry and do you want to meet. I look down at the message.

Tears are already flowing down my face. I can't think of what to say. I try to type something but I don't. I end up deleting it. Then a few minutes later, a new text comes in.

Now tears are streaming down my face. I text back:

I send it. I look up. When was the last time I actually smiled...? WhenI modeled with my brother... Which was months ago at this point... I also haven't seen my horse in 4 months... I miss her... I miss not having to worry, I miss liking stuff, I miss smiling, I miss mom. My breathing becomes raoid and my eyes start to blur, not just from the tears. I realize I'm having a panic attack. I start trying to take deep breaths. It doesn't work though as I sit there on my bed, I try to think of Rain and Oliver and my Brother and my Mom, but nothing comes to mind...

I took a deep breath wishing I could have the comfort of her strawberry sweetest near me. I look back down at my phone as it buzzes again. Smiling slightly as she had replied back to me

I send that message, relieved that we had started to make up a little but still I felt bad. I think for a moment before beginning to type

I hesitate for a moment before sending it, hopefulyl she would.

(Her bro's pov for this one)

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We had come home and found Lisa lying at the top of he stairs passed out. Now we are sitting on and around her bed (Me and grandma on our "dad" off.) "I think she had a panic attack again." Grandma says looking at me. I sigh, nodding reluctantly. "She what? She's never had any of those?" The bastard says. Grandma looks at him. "Maybe if you were here you would know now would you?" She snaps at him. Go grandma! I think to myself, then her phone bings. I pick it up and unlock it. (Yes I know the code) The message reads:

I scroll up a little, trying to understand the story and grimace. Oh... Right. She hasn't really smiled in awhile... I sigh and a new message pops up.

The message says. I panic. Uhm, I mean thats not possible she's unconsious at the moment... I take a breath and instead type back:

I hope her firend doesn't freak out... Uhm mabe I can invite her over? Yeah sure. They seem close and she's been talking about this Oliver girl a lot. So I text her,

I hope I made the right desicion as I look over at Lisa and sigh sadly. Please learn to take care of yourself Lili...

Sry I posted it twice :(

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You still there?

I wait anxiously for a reply and there wasn't one for awhile. I started to worry that she had gotten mad at me again but then there was a buzz.

I instantly start to freak out, knowing the panic attack was over everything that was going on. Then hterw as another buzz that interuppted my thoughts.

I quickly search up the address, it was a bit far from school and of course I would have to walk so it would be about an hour before I got there

I text back as I get out of the bathroom stall. I head otu of the school and quickly make my way over to her house. About an hour and a half later I arrived, knocking lightly on the door.