My life..

A 16 year old girl who makes the worst life into the best diary


8. Alive..

I see him as he walks in.. His hair was blonde and now its black.. His perfect skin now rubbish all cut all brusied.. His blue eyes now red from the crying.. He looks differnt now... He looks like my ex.. He lies down in the hospital bed and strokes my long brown hair.. I close my eyes.. And he checks if im still brething, I wake up to him watching me and still holding me like i was going to leave.. I wasnt allowed to stay with my mom nor dad.. So I stayed with Jason.. I stayed in his room.. and he sleept on the couch.. Sometimes he would sneak into his room.. To lay with me.. I felt so protected... Happy no fears in the world..


For once my life felt real and it felt right...

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