Look At Me...Please.
Chapter One

As I layed there on the floor, my phone in one hand and a crumpled up piece of paper in the other, my mind was hazy. Everything was silent. I could hear nothing but the sound of my own breath exiting and entering my lungs. My body hurt, bad. Even lifting my arm burned. I didn’t know what had happened the night before, or why I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I had definitely made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
I shut my eyes and held my breath, while I slowly unravelled the piece of soft, pen smudged paper. Cautiously, I opened my brown eyes. I read the neat writing, and remembered last night. It all came flashing back to me with a simple:
“Meet me at the bench, 11 tomorrow.
                                            -Torbin”
 
 
 
Let’s start from the very beginning of this story.
When I was 13, I met this boy down my road. We’d both lived there our entire lives, but never met each other. Torbin ValChuck, a brown haired, green eyed boy that was 2 years older than me. We met walking down the road, and we’d been good friends since.
 
Now, last night I took a run for my money.
I remember curling my hair, for no reason at all, as I was probably going to throw it up into a pony tail anyway. A pair of skinnies and a loose tank top looked casual but flirty on my thin body, and my make up was nothing more than a small hint of mascara and eyeliner. My phone vibrated on my vanity.
“be there in a minute
                -tor”
I gave my hair a quick tease, and threw on some cute “boho-chic” flats. I scurried downstairs and headed outside. That oh –so –familiar silver Saturn pulled smoothly into my driveway.  I flipped the door handle and jumped inside, settling down as I breathed in his sickly sweet cologne.
“Cool it on the spray, bud.”
I said, scrunching up my nose as he put his car into reverse.
“Hello, Tori.” He said, staring at me with that look of sarcastic hurt. His bright blue and green hoodie matched his dark green eyes. His head touched the roof of his small car, as I, being only 5 foot 7, wasn’t even close. This kid needed a bigger vehicle.
 
I sighed and looked out the window.
“It’s about a half hour away, down by Hank Falls,”
Torbin’s deep but smooth voice broke the small silence, reading my mind. I brushed my long, light brown hair out of my face and quickly cracked my knuckles without really thinking about it. Torbin took his hand off the wheel and slapped my wrists.
“Don’t do that in my car!”
He laughed, regaining control of the wheel. I bared my teeth at him. The rest of the ride was silent, but a calm silent. He slowed the car down to a halt.
“We’re here,”



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