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
Abigail's p.o.v;After a year, I moved to Beacon hills along with Mike to study college together with him. We were both accepted into the University of Washington, and we started our life together as a couple there. He was very supportive, making sure that I didn't want to change my major, or make any new friends. Mike is an incredibly supportive person and helped me find my niche in life when I needed it most.We were happily engaged after five years. Our relationship was strong and healthy, and I love him so much it hurts sometimes but I'm so thankful that he's there for me and supports me in ways no one else can. I love him so much it makes me feel like I'll explode if I try to say it to his face.Our wedding anniversary is coming up, which is why I'm writing this journal instead of going on another date at night. As you can see from the last entry, my engagement ring and ring are on display at home for all to see as well as the picture that accompanied this entry.The next time a
Abigail's p.o.v;Mike, "How can you be so sure about it? aren't you the one who said it's a werewolf than why are you changing it now?""Because the murders occurred here are only humans not a werewolf.""What about my brother? he's a werewolf too.""Think about his special ability. it's mindreading. what if he founded the murderer with his special ability? When i got to the scene, he was already stabbed by that murderer, right? it's like he knows everything about them and when they kill their victims he can see it in his head."The room had gone silent. Mike thought for awhile, but couldn't come up with anything else, he looked at me and asked "why would he do that though? i mean the police will never get evidence against him since the killer is human and they don't have supernatural powers." Mike knew I didn' t have an answer for that so we went back to our previous argument from before. It's been 3 weeks now and there still hasn't been any clues. i continued, "I have another poin
Abigail's p.o.v;Lucas called me for the investigation about one of my cases, which was weird and not typical at all, but I did ask him why he was calling me about it instead of his sister, who I'm pretty sure was a cop in training, and he didn't have an explanation, but then again, we' weren't close enough to have that many secrets from each other anyway. And then I went on and told her what had happened. She wanted details, so we talked for hours until she decided she couldn't handle more than two seconds longer. When we said goodbye after the call she told me she thought Lucas was in love with someone else (which, like, no, Lucas has absolutely no chance), and that was when I realised Lucas is actually gay.I think I've already told you this because you're going to find out sooner or later anyway, but I haven't mentioned that I know Lucas isn't straight to anyone but my best friend Emma and I don't want any of them to get hurt, especially since they've been through enough with the
Abigail's p.o.v;I sigh as I put my phone back down on the kitchen island, not really in the mood to type anything else that day. There has been a lull in the rain for almost two weeks and I don't mind taking advantage of it. My dad has been spending less time at home these days anyway. Ever since he started getting involved with his new job, and then got offered an opening elsewhere. It wasn't easy but he had managed to do both, without much of a hitch. He still hasn't told me what it is yet though, nor where he plans on going after it either. And that's something I'm trying very hard not to ask about. It's only been a month, and there are so many questions I have that I want to ask him. But I can' t bring myself to just ask them, and risk him leaving again. We're good right now, or we will be when things calm down some more. Right now all I know is that he feels a little guilty about it, and wants to get back to his routine as soon as possible. So he has been staying longer than pl
Abigail's p.o.v;It had only been a few weeks since my first day of school, but already there was so much I didn't know. My mother would be here in an hour and she'd have to go to work and she'd probably call around to tell me where to be and what time I need to get back home and who' s waiting outside at the curb. It all sounds like too much for me, especially in such a short period of time, but Mrs. Mills is very nice and has explained that we are going to make sure I'm comfortable, even if it might not seem like it right now. And it isn' t just her teaching that makes my mom worry – she's also working as the teacher of this elementary school, which means that she is constantly on top of me and always checking in with me. She doesn' t know why my dad left, she doesn' t know how bad things got between him and Mr. Williams, but I' m sure that if she did, she wouldn' t worry as much about me. That' s not to say my parents are not good parents, but they' re a little bit overprotective s
Abigail's p.o.v;“Alright, guys. Here’s the plan. It's a simple matter really, all you have to do is follow my directions. I will be in charge of directing, and you are free to listen to any orders that you would like to receive from me or any other person. Any questions?”I felt my cheeks heat up as I listened to what the others were saying. The whole time we had been here, the only reason why I was allowed to join was so that I could “get out of their way and let them get on with whatever they were doing”.The fact that I actually agreed on this whole thing was because I knew that if I didn't, then I would just end up being left behind. And I wasn' about to lose everything that I had worked for.That said, now it appeared that there was a possibility that I might be able to enjoy myself. Or at least, I could try to. The only issue would be finding my own way around since, even though I did know how to get from point A to point B, I hadn' really seen anything else besides the kitchen
Abigail's p.o.v;"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave." The receptionist said to me with a smile on her face."Really?" I asked surprised, I really wanted to work at this clinic."Sorry," She apologized again.This was my third time in the same situation and I wasn't getting anywhere. I thought about just moving away but I had nowhere else to go. So I sat back down and let out a loud sigh. "What happened, Abigail? You didn't come in for surgery today." The doctor who came in with me said.He looked up from his patient file and met eyes with me, "Is something wrong?" He questioned."Yeah. My boyfriend isn't letting me do anything anymore," I answered.The Doctor let out a small laugh, "That sounds like him. What did he say this time?" he asked.I took a deep breath and replied to him, "he said he doesn't need me anymore."He stopped laughing and gave me an apologetic look, "Oh honey, I am so sorry that happened to you.""It sucks. He's not even letting me be there when it hap
Abigail's p.o.v;After i talked with Sebastian, I went home. After about 20 minutes or so of me sitting and scrolling through my phone, I started to get a bit nervous. I mean i was only supposed to talk to him about school work but I'm always a bit nervous when we're alone together. The first few times he's come over I'M A KID! Then one day he kissed me in the kitchen at our house. I know I said it wasn't important but I think I'll remember that kiss. It was amazing and everything about him is amazing. It felt like there was electricity running through both of us. He held me in his arms and just stood there for a good while just looking at me and kissing me. I never knew a man could make me feel so loved. When he finally pulled away i wanted more than anything to lean forward and kiss him again. He looked at me smiling softly then gave me another quick peck on the lips. Before he left he told me that i look gorgeous and that if he got to see me in a dress one day he'd fall in love wi
Abigail's p.o.v;The amusement park was really fun to go on rides in, especially when you knew they could get stuck. But the only thing more fun is a good time with your friends. And I've always had my eye on one of those best friends, the one who gets to take me places and makes me feel special. The one who makes me feel special It feels like we're still at it So if this keeps up I might just ask for his hand. I know there is no way he'll say yes, since he has that other girl. And even if he did, I couldn't ask him out cause of her. It's not fair to the other two, so if he doesn't agree to be my friend forever then at least I'll be happy to try. And maybe I'll have to do a lot of research into dating before we can actually date, but I think he might like that. And then there' s my motherShe thinks I'm too smart for my own goodBut she says there's nothing wrong with studying hard for a scholarship or whatever it is that college doesAnd I guess that means that I should study h