Waving to the guys as they left. Smiling to myself. I really love my friends, if I had lost them I would cry.
"Dad, I'll be fine!" I assure him.
He sigh "Alright, I'll go." he kiss my forheard "Goodnight my sweet, baby girl."
"Bye dad." I wave "Get hone Safely!" I call after him. I chuckle to myself.
'If you ever leave me, baby. Leave some morphine at my door' my phone ring. I went to the closet and it was a text from Cole.
'I'm sorry, I couldn't visit! :( I promise I'll come meet you when visiting hours are open. :D'
I smile to myself. Cole's a nice guy. I can't wait to see him tomorrow. I could always talk to him about anything.
*Knock *Knock "Come in!" I shouted. It was Cole. A smile grew on my face.
"Hi, Cole!" I beam.
He quickly drop his head, why did he look worry?
"I can't believe that you could just sit there and smile when you almsost killed yourself!" he yelled. I jumped at him sudden outburst.
I look at my lap "I'm sorry." I can't blame him for being fustrated, I almost died. But now I have to face the world...again.
He came to my side and set. I felt the bed sink down, and he cup my face, and rubbed his thumb on my cheek.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have raised my voice." he stared into my eyes searching for something. But what was he looking for?
I felt my heart become safe, warm, and cared for.
"But why?" he pushed his brows together "Why did you do it? Why didn't you just come to me? You know i'm always here." he tells me.
I held back my tears "I was just tired of living" I emphasize the word 'living'.
"Dara, no," he shut his eyes and open them "If you had died, the guys and I would be devastated." his eyes glisten. Did he really care? "If you had died I wouldn't be here, I would be doing the things I use to do." I stared into his beautiful green eyes, they were filled with worry and love.
"I'm sorry!" I cried and I reached out to hug him.
"Cole, where's everyone else?" I looked at the door. Where were they?
"They'll be here soon." he smiles.
Cole and I laugh hysterically as we play the qeustion game. He asked me if I liked pickles and I said no. He playfully felt offended.
"How do you not like pickles!" he say through his laugh.
"Because, I just don't!" I chuckle.
"Okay, okay my turn!" I grin hugely showing my teeth. I tap my chin. What should I ask? "What was the scariest thing you have done in your life?" I saw his eyes widen in shock but it was replace by a smile.
"Well, the scariest thing I have done in my life was..." the door flew open and the guys walked in. It was Edmend, Skylar, victor, Joseph, and Nate.
They all were smiling hugely holding balloons saying 'get well soon' a gift box
"Hi, Dara!" Skylar says loudly. "Hi!" everyone else say.
"We brought some cake and food!" Nate says excitedly with wide eyes.
"Ooo, what's the occasion?" I ask, is it someone's birthday?
"You." Cole says lovingly.
"What?" I gave him a puzzle look.
"It's a get well soon party!" Victor says in a obvious look.
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Was It a Bad Idea Coming Back?
Teen FictionDara Costello is a bullied insecure teen girl weighing 235 pounds, but that's not just all her problems. Her mother and sister are disgusted of her. Her Father is her rock, shoulder to cry on, her everything, and is always there for her. Her father...
