Mental

Dear Journal

Dear Journal,

Today was another dead, grey day. I don't know why I feel this way or how I got to this point. I hate this feeling. This feeling is taking everything away from me, and there aren't enough words to describe my hatred towards it. The only thing I've gotten out of this is cuts, scars, bruises, headaches, and beatings. It's turning me into-

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!!" I hear someone yell as a soccer ball nearly nails me in the face. Luckily, I was able to duck just in time for it to shoot pass me. I looked at the boy running towards me with wide eyes, a state of terror and fear on my face, "Are you okay, love?"

"Um, yeah, I-I guess so, " I stuttered, not sure of what else to say. The boy towering above me had long, curly brown hair that barely touched his shoulders. He had emerald green orbs with streaks of gold around the inner parts of his eyes. He had smooth pink lips with dimples barely showing at the ends of his mouth as he spoke to me. He had big biceps and a visibly toned chest that could be seen through his short sleeved soccer jersey. When he spoke, I noticed he had a thick British accent that was deep and almost hoarse.

"Hello?" I instantly snapped back to reality as I was steaming with embarrassment, not noticing how long I had been staring.

"Oh, s-sorry, " I mumbled. I felt my cheeks getting hot, so I quickly looked down at my feet to avoid his gaze.

"It's quite alright. The name's Harry, by the way, " he chuckled. Through the loose strands of hair hanging down over my face, I noticed that he had his hand held out.

"I'm M-Mia, " I stumbled, cautiously shaking his hand. Damn, I stutter a lot.

"It's lovely to meet you. I hope to see you around?" Harry smiled. His dimples became more visible and dug into his cheeks as his smile grew.

"Uh, sure, " I smiled back, but it wasn't much of smile.

"Cool!" And with that, he was gone. He walked past me to retrieve his ball before returning to his group of friends just across the small park I was sitting in. This was one of the smaller parks here in California, so I enjoyed coming here as it was a bit more peaceful and away from the crowd of people. I closed my journal and stood as I was getting ready to leave. Carefully, I place my journal in my bag and heard another loud screech.

"Mia, look out!!" I heard a familiar voice yell. I looked in the direction of his voice to see the doctor ball, once again, headed straight for me. Instinctively, I put my hands up to guard my face, and to my surprise, I caught the soccer ball. I opened my eyes to see my hands holding onto the black and white ball. I fumbled with it in my hands before noticing a piece of paper taped to it with my name written on it in black ink. I took the piece of paper off and looked up to see Harry with a cheeky smile on his face. I looked back down at the piece of paper, unfolded it, and read it quietly to myself.

It was lovely meeting you, and I was hoping we could meet again? Call me. -Harry

Beside his name was a number, and when I looked up, his mates were crowded around him. They were teasing him and nudging his shoulder as he stood there looking down at the ground with pink cheeks. I giggled under my breathe and tossed the ball back to the boys. The blonde one caught it. I stuck the piece of paper inside my bag and looked up at Harry. He gave me one last smile and wave before returning to the game with his mates. I smiled back and turned to walk towards my car. I climbed in and made my way home.