Before I write this please don't cut yourself or anything like that okay?
[Beckys POV]
Here I am hungover for the third day in a row I don't understand what's happening to me. I mean I just can't figure out where it all went wrong nothing feels real to me anymore. I'm just glad nobody has noticed my wrists, yes I've been cutting don't ask me why it relives the pain even just for a little while I need help before I really do something stupid.
Phone Call
Becky: Hello?
Fergal(Finn): Hey Becks um I was just wondering if you wanted get some dinner with me and Pam we're going to red lobster
Becky: Uh...yeah sure what time?
Fergal: We've got a reservation for 8:30
Becky: I'll be there
Fergal: Okay see ya there
End of phone call
Well at least I've got all day to get over this hangover it'll be good for me to get out a little bit anythings better than going to a bar every other night.
7:30
Well I'm feeling better time for me to get ready for tonight this should get my mind off things.
Becky made a big mistake while she was getting ready
