*1 month later*
December 17
Dear me Dear you
I give up
I can't take this I feel like everything is just so damn wrong I don't wanna live here I don't wanna stay hereI don't wanna be alive
I-
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"
"What the hell?"
Who could be at my door at 1:30 in the morning
I closed my journal and set it on my bed next to my stuffed horse then walked towards the door
I open the door with rage ready to Bitch out the person on the other side
"Who the fu-belle?"
My eyes were open wide with shock why was my ex here
Why was she here at 1:30 in the morningMy eyes scanned over her body and took in every detail
Her face was pale all the color drained from her cheeks her body was thin thinner than normal there were bags underneath her eyes that were slightly purple from either lack of sleep or stress but in her case probably both her eyes were drained of all colour as well the beautiful hazel was nonexistent it was replaced with blackness that matched the night sky the twinkle that filled them was gone too
What was she doing here what's wrong with her?
"Belle are you okay?"
"Fay I-"
She collapsed to her knees before she could get the rest of her sentence out she hit her head in the concrete and was out
I rushed to her side and yelled her name while I shook her body vigorously
"Belle wake up belle belle! Wake up!"
But nothing not even a twitch to let me know she was even alive
After that I automatically knew what I had to do
Get her to the Hospital
I ran back in the house grabbed my phone and keys ran back out side and carefully picked belle up and rushed to the car
I balanced her body with my leg and arm while I opened the door
Once I got it opened I carefully laid her on the back seat and buckled her up
Then I quickly got into the driver seat and started my car
The engine roared with life as I put my foot on the gas pedal
Belle what did you do...
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