Luke and I had been together since we were 11 years old.

Everyone told us that it would last a week and we'd forget about it.

We're now 19, and still together. We were unstoppable.

Until he met her.

She ruined him. Turned him against me. Turn him against himself.

She manipulated him and he couldn't see it at first. Until he lost everything.

Until he lost me.

Luke and I have been together since we were 12 years old. We’re now 17. We've been through our highs and lows of life together but now he's making it big and preparing for his first tour with One Direction.

Obviously I'm super happy for him, because this is all he's ever wanted. But I can't help the selfish feeling that arises in me that just wants him to come back to me.

He dropped out of school in order to pursue this career but I didn't have that option, so while he's out there having the time of his life, I'm stuck here without him, as he starts to reach out to me less and less.

"I'm pregnant"

Two words.

It took only two words to make everything I knew to be stable and good, come crashing down completely.

I knew I shouldn't have said anything, especially after the conversation we had a couple of months ago. But I was happy, so I thought maybe he would be as well.

I thought wrong.

So very wrong.

My dad was always my best friend.

He truly understood me and seemed to be the only person that noticed when my mental health started declining.

Every time I was upset, he would just hold me and the world would disappear.

But then he disappeared.

For 3 years, he was just gone. No one had seen him. Presumed dead.

I didn’t want to accept that.

In those 3 years, I kept looking for my dad and I ended finding the love of my life.

Only the second person to ever truly understand me.

He helped me look for my dad. He didn’t just tell me to get over it cause he's dead.

He fed into my delusions.

And then the cops found my dad's body.

In a ditch.

In Mexico.

What?

Well now I start a new mission.

Saying goodbye.