July 3, 2015
Dear diary,
Mom caught me sneaking through the window after dinner. I was two hours late and had forgotten to lock the door and kicked myself for being so stupid.
I can't explain how hurt I was when she explained the visiting to the park had to stop. I can't describe the pain of hearing her admit how foolish she thought the entire thing was.
"Your wrong!" I cried.
She repeated herself, "Its pathetic. Your too old for this, Mia."
"You don't mean it!" I screamed in response, my throat burning as I attempted choking back my tears, failing miserably.
"When will you grow up?" she shouted back, fed up with me now.
I shoved past her, tripping over my own feet as I ran through the door, blinded by my tears.
I finally made it to the park, falling to my knees beside the lake where I sobbed into my hands, my cries echoeing through the silent night.
Two arms wrapped around my sorrowful and exhausted body, scaring me half to death. "It's me. It's just me." Elliott said quickly.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, despite the tears.
"Waiting for you."
