Dear Diary,
Christmas lights ran through neighborhoods and streets. It almost felt like carolers could always be heard. Warmth somehow replaced the cold. It's December now. It's been a while since I've written in this and I'm sorry. Gabe hasn't talked to me since he told me to 'fuck off'.
He makes me so mad and frustrated sometimes! I just want to scream and scream and yell until my lungs burst into flames! Yet, then again he makes me smile when he's around. I feel secure, not safe but secure. Mystery leaves his innocent face everytine he looks at me. Just a second of his time brightens my day. Is this what love is like? I hate it. I hate is so much.
-Jennifer Dec
Dear Diary,
Today Gabe came to my house. Stuff happened....
(Flash back)
Knock knock the echo of the sound could be heard throughout the house.
I opened to door slowly.
It was Gabe.
Instant regret washed over his face as he looked straight into my eyes. "Jennifer, I...I'm-- I should just leave."
I grabbed his arm before he could barely turn around. I muttered out a simple and command, "Speak".
"I'm so sorry about telling you to fuck off. I'm so sorry about pushing you away. Listen to me Jennifer... I love you. God admiting that was so hard. I can't help it I love you." He said.
"I love you too." I smiled as I spoke.
He smiled widely back at me.
"Let's go on a date." he stated.
"Okay, where?" I asked him.
He thought for a moment before replying with 'your house.'
I let him all the way in and he walked upstairs almost instantly. Roaming the halls I assumed is what he was doing. Trying to find the bathroom, mabye? He's been gone for a while. Should I check? No I'll wait a bit longer.
It's been 34 minutes, did he ditch me? He could've climbed through a window. I'll go check.
"Hey uh Gabe I-" I took a sharp intake of breath. The scene infront of me shocked me.
Gabe was lying on the floor laughing hysterically at the wall. Blood surrounded him and he rocked back and fourth wildly. What was wrong? What did I do?
