finding you

the diary

So.....he saved me by knocking up all those bad guys, held my hand real tight, and leaded me toward his car. I was totally drunk and all I could feel was his warm hands around my shoulders....this feeling.....I never felt it after my parent's death, it has been a while since the last time felt this warmth and I really liked it, and don't know when I fell asleep...it was so...comfy.

Now, it's time to dream the same old dream. As always, I was sitting with my head leaning on my knees. Everything was the same as usual But......this time the dream took a change, the clock on the wall which always showed 10 o'clock was spinning really fast and the doors were moving everywhere, here and there, everything was weird, this was the first time in 13 years that the dream gave a change I was so worried that I literally woke up from my dream.

*heavy breath*.........this never happened in 13 years, I was a lot drunk. Calm yourself down Lora....everything is fine. Well, everything was fine until I realized that it was almost noon, I was lying in my bed like a pig. I was too drunk and I don't remember much about what happened, what just happened.....*aaah*.....I don't remember a thing. Oh, wait I was in the street and a few guys.....few guys were there and.....oh yeah they tried to harass me and.....and.....oh!! and a guy from my dream car came in to save me as if it's a dream *aaaaaa......sooooo......COOOOOOOL*, but wait did he drop me here.....wait what. I am stupid enough to let a stranger into my house, and... I panicked if he had stolen anything and then remembered that he owned my dream car, which I couldn't afford my whole life and it would be stupid of him to steal something from me. but...I don't remember his name I didn't even thank him, so sad. his hands around my shoulder were so warm that I fell asleep, and don't remember anything after that.....WAIT!!! did anything happen, that.......shouldn't happen..... no..... NO.... NO!!!....*haa*... you over-reacting idiot, that's impossible because he was too caring, and his warm hands..... can't forget it, so sweet.

As I was getting off my bed, I got stuck in my sheets and fell on the ground. Ouch!! Ahhh!! my elbow...*aaah*....it hurts so bad, I'm so clumsy...but...my eyes caught the attention of something shining under my bed, as the sunlight fell on it, it was shining. I reached it and it was a black colored book with "diary" written on it in a golden font and I realized that, this diary is not mine.....is it.....his diary, I mean the guy who helped me

I took a look at my phone and to my surprise, no one called me or texted me...*haa*...everyone must have been sleeping like me. I sat on my couch, placed the diary on the table beside me, and thought about opening the diary to get the information so that I could return the diary to him and thank him but.....wouldn't it be inappropriate? but, how can I return it without knowing who he is, so......I'm gonna read it and that's it.

I gathered a lot and a lot of courage and finally....I am going to open the diary and......the doorbell rang....*sigh*....who is it now!! and yeah it's my bestie, my heart Aquinnah. I opened the door and she goes like "What took you so long to open the door....here your's hangover soup....thank me later....YOooo!!!whose diary is this....you don't write diaries....whoa!!!whose diary is it....". she took the diary and was going to read the dairy and I was trying too stop it. we were running here and there, it was fun, and got tired from running. at last, she sat on the couch and asked me what happened and whose diary is it.

I sat beside her on the ground, leaning my head on her lap, and told the whole story to her and she felt sorry for not being there for me. She started crying and felt really sorry. I tried to comfort her and she stopped crying. I hugged her and said it's alright I'm safe now. we were quiet for a moment and she said, "How was that guy? handsome?". seriously handsome? I don't remember a single thing about him, not even his face....I'm so sad.....