Dear Diary
Like I said before. Love is nothing. Nothing to really be afraid of.
But, what you should be afraid of, is the one you supposedly love.
THEY are the ones who hurt you the most.
Love is just a word. Maybe an action depending on how you see it.
But love is not what hurts.
~11/4/15|11:02 AM
I lost my train of thought very easily these last few days.
Everything was a blur, covered in more blur, topped off with blur times a million and one.
I mean, everything was okay, but not perfect.
Recently, as in 2 days ago, I sorta got hit by an on coming truck.
My fault though.
I was dancing in the road.
Stupid dare.
But anyway, I didn't feel much when it happened. It was when I woke up in an ambulance that I realized I was probably going to die.
Well, it's not as bad as school, where I get hit and hurt all the time by the 6 guys who hate me the most.
"C-Ciara?" I hear a faint voice say.
I open my eyes a bit, losing my train of thought, and turned my head a bit before wincing in pain, and yelping like a wounded puppy.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't move" The voice says a bit louder.
The voice is too faint to recognize, but I figure they will stand to where I can see them soon- hopefully.
"Are you uh..okay?" The voice trembled a bit in the midst of his sentence.
"Come..come here" I whispered faintly.
"No..No- I can't do that..You will make me leave"
I shook my head head gently, and waved my hand a bit, signaling he/she to come towards the cold metal bed.
"Uh...Alright.." The voice drifted, and I then heard faint footsteps, seeing a boy come into my peripheral vision. They neared, and my heart stopped.
"Why-Why are you here?" I choked out, scared.
"I'm sorry. I'll leave"
"No. Stay...Please?" I grabbed the boys hand, and he smiled faintly.
Let me explain.
This boy, Cameron Dallas- One out of the six other boys that bully me in school- is the reason I did the stupid dare in the first place.
"So..uh..how bad is..you know...everything?"
"I'm okay..My leg is broken, and so is my wrist, and my neck is sore as hell. But I'll be okay"
I saw a sly smile join his lips, and he squeezed my hand a bit.
"I'm sorry, Ciara..I shouldn't have let you done it. I.."
"Cam, stop. It wasn't your fault. I let you guys get the best of me."
"But I shouldn't have let someone I love do that just because of some stupid guys I'm-"
"Wait..You..You what?"
"Nothing...Never mind.."
"Cameron. Please? Te-"
Before I could finish my sentence, his lips were slammed into mine, and all I could think about, was that the guy who has hated me for the past 3 years, is now claiming he supposedly loves me, and he's kissing me.
