Unfolding The Unplanned. ✔️

3|26: Everything Has Changed.

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Unfolding The Unplanned.

Chapter 26: Everything Has Changed.

(*) Aria's Point Of View (*) – 24th December 2035 (One year later.)

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. But the very next day you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears. I'll give it to someone special." Singing along to the song, I carry on packing my finally bag so I can get out of this place and leave. After being in here for nearly a year without seeing much of the outside world, I am ready to go home and see my friends and family.

To be fair, I wasn't overly happy to come here as I thought I was back to normal and okay again but now I knew that I wasn't and I needed help mentally and physically. I got the right help that I needed and got better with the help of my parents and the staff here.

Truth to be told, my Mother kept her word and didn't tell anyone else except for my Dad, they came and visited me and helped me get better. There were times where I wanted to tell my friends and rest of my family but I knew they wanted to know 'why I went into the mental hospital' and I didn't know want to tell them so I kept it to just us three. I don't want to tell them at the moment.

I carry on singing to myself as I put my last bag onto my bed, zipping it open and I then grab my notebook from the side table. The notebook that I have kept since I came here, I started to do a diary every day since I came here so I can mark my progress that I have made. Similar to YouTube videos but just for me. I knew there would be hitches and bumps in the road since I came here such has having a relapse two months ago but everyone has those and I can finally say that I am better.

Picking up the notebook, I take a seat on my bed and flip through the notebook, reading through my old entries.

December 25th December 2034 – 'I never thought I would end up here again as I thought I was cured and could look after myself but I never saw the sings, the clear signs like me becoming sad again over nothing and me taking more pills to try and make myself 'happier' again but I just didn't know what 'happy' was anymore because I was stick in the same cycle over and over again. I want to get better and I can't believe I am writing this on Christmas day when I am trying to get better and it is meant to be Christmas and a magical moment. A magical moment where I am supposed to happy and with family when really I am sad and alone. My parents came and visited me earlier but that didn't really help. They weren't here for that long.'

Sighing I rank a hand through my hair as I flip through the pages until I come to an earlier event, something in the New Year.

January 12th January 2034 – 'It's been two days since Joey's birthday, I thought over and over again about writing a letter to him when I saw my parents the other day, to try and explain myself again. In the end I just gave into myself and wrote him a letter for his eighteenth birthday, at that moment I wrote all the letters. All the letters for my family and friends on their birthdays. I cried when I wrote all of them to be fair but I felt so close to them. I know they probably won't understand or really listen to what I have to say but I hope they do and I hope someday they understand. I have started to feel a little bit better since I came here. It may be small progress but at least it is some progress.'

Smiling at myself, I again flick through the notebook looking for a later date that shows more progress mentally. The pages in the notebook either make me smile or cause me to frown and be sad as I think back on theses' memories. I take a peak at the clock and notice that I need to get a move along and finish packing all of my stuff before I need to get going and move out of this room, the room I called a home for the last year.