Dear Diary: It's A Secret

Dear Diary: Chapter 17

*Flashback To The Last Day Tyler Bullied Serena*

"What do you want from me Tyler?" I snapped, pushing him back when he had started to invade my personal space.

Tyler stumbled back, staring at me with an intense glare. At that moment I wanted to crumble up into a ball or just be swallowed by the ground, but none of those things would be willing to happen anytime soon.

"Why Serena? Why? Damn it, tell me. Why is that you always end up ruining everything in the end? Why is it that someone always ends up getting hurt whenever you're around?" He yelled in my face.

A crowd had made its way towards us. Surrounding me from every direction, all eyes on us, as they waited for our next move. My eyes stung with tears, yet I didn't let them fall. I couldn't show anyone how vulnerable I really was.

"Get lost Tyler I don't care about anything you say," I spoke, my tone not believable enough. "It's not my fault if any of this happened. Or wait, maybe it is. I should've never been friends with mental people like you. No one can blame you or him, it just runs in the family for every one of you to have a mental disorder. Who would've ever known the boy who looked so smart and decent, would turn out to be mentally ill from the inside? And you disgust me the most. Just so you could keep a good reputation around the people you know, you never bothered telling anyone of Damon's disorder."

I knew this was low-blow. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be bringing up Damon's mental disorder. But, I wanted to. His disorder was the cause of my troubles and pain, now I wanted to watch someone else in pain. Tyler had hurt me enough, I wasn't going to let him hurt me anymore.

Tyler suddenly slammed me against the wall closest to us, my head smacking against the hard, unforgiving wall. My vision blurred, my airway blocked as Tyler pressed his forearm to my throat.

"Don't," he shouted, tears brimming his eyes. "Do you know what state he's in? Do you know what has happened to him? Do you even care about everything that has happened to him? You have ruined everything for me."

"Ty-Tyler," I choked out. "Let go."

"I hate you Serena, I hate you," he cried, just as people started pulling him back. "You ruined everything. I wish I had never met you."

"Let her go man she's going to die," someone spoke.

"Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to hit a girl?" Another said.

"Just shut up," I wanted to yell, but with it getting harder and harder to breath every minute I kept my mouth shut.

Tyler's arm loosened around my throat. Black spots invaded my vision. I fell to the ground, helplessly clutching my throat. My eyes seemed to be closing on their own, which I didn't bother to fight against. Only one thought was running through my mind.

Everything that happened was my fault.

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"A-are you okay?" I asked quietly, moving towards her.

Could this be a good idea?

No.

But then when did I ever listen to myself, or anyone for that matter?

Never.

"What do you want?" She snapped, sniffing, as she wiped away tears.

I sat down next to her, not knowing why I was doing this. Never had I imagined sitting next to the girl who once played a part in my torture.

"Are you okay, Anaya?" I asked again.

She looked towards the ground, her hair shielding her face from me.

I let out a sigh, hugging my knees as I let my back rest against the wall.

"I never expected for anything like this to happen. Hell I didn't even expect anything that happened in the past year to happen either," I told her. "But it did happen. And we can't change anything. I hated you, Tyler, and everyone else who bullied me, but now I'm thinking again. Someone made me realize today that I am no different than any of you guys. I bullied people too, and like people say what we do to others comes back to us. That's what happened to me."

I didn't know why I was sharing that with her, yet something inside of me made me want to tell her what I was thinking at the moment.

Anaya let out a loud sob looking up at me. I looked away from her, not a fan of seeing someone cry.

"Tyler always had a different way of showing what he felt," Anaya said in between sobs. "He was hurt, really hurt. He didn't know what to do anymore, who to choose. His way of showing that you mattered to him, was by hurting you. That day when he slammed you against the wall, hitting your head, causing you to get a concussion wasn't suppose to happen. He was scared that day, that something happened to you, he was crying to me, and that was the day I realized he really cared for you, when he sat outside of your room the whole time waiting for you to wake up. But, as soon as you did he left."

He hurt me, because he cared for me. Real nice, Tyler, real nice.

I let out a laugh, finding everything she said bullshit. "Are you kidding me, Anaya? Tyler cared for me? Yeah right. Is that why you're crying at the moment? Because even though all this time he was dating you, he only cared about me?"

Tyler never cared for anyone except for himself, especially not me.

"No," she said, her voice breaking at the end. "We broke up long time ago. Remember that day when Tyler returned?" I nodded, memories of when I had seen Anaya crying in the washroom entered my mind. "Yeah, he told me he didn't want anything to do with me, and he was tired of all this. I'm tired of all this too, Serena. I never wanted everything to turn out like this."

"But it did," I pointed out, a sea of mixed emotions running through me.

"Listen Serena, I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you, but I know I still did. And I'm really sorry for that." Nothing she said would change anything anymore. What was even up with them all saying sorry suddenly? "However at the moment it's not about you or me. This is about Tyler. Did you see him today, how broken he looked, or how tired he was? Have you seen the way it seems as though any minute now he's going to crumble, or break down into pieces? Do you know what has happened?"

I shook my head in disagreement, waiting for what was next to come out of Anaya's mouth. With every passing minute my heart beats dramatically increased, anxiousness growing inside of me to an extent I couldn't control my curiosity anymore.

"Tell me what has happened!" I demanded, not really looking forward to her answer.

She broke down into a new set of tears, her lips trembling as she answered.

"Damon died last night."

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Hey, Salut, Hola, Assalamwaliakum, or Hallo!

I didn't even know Damon was going to die in this story. But I guess I'll let it happen. Poor dude, I never understood him in the first place anyways.

Don't forget to make three people's day and tell those three people to make three other people's day.

Question of the day:

Anything or anyone you really like in or about this story?

Adiós, until next time.

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