Char's Diary [h.s.]

|Second Entry| Date: January 2nd, 2015

Dear diary,

First of all, I really need to come up with a better name for you.

Second, I had a very eventful day.

I fainted at school. I tried to get the nurse to not call my mom. But she did anyways, my mom freaked out.

And now here I am.

At the doctor again. They told us I was getting worse. And I need to relax more, not do anything that involves a lot of movement. Yeah, right. I hate not being able to get out and do stuff, I feel like I'm in a prison.

I'm wearing one of these really ugly hospital gowns. I bet Harry thinks I'm really attractive. Note the sarcasm.

Oh, right. I should probably back up and tell you everything that happened today.

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I kept spacing out all day and feeling dizzy every once and a while.

I was talking to Evelyn about Harry and how I met him yesterday at the hospital.
I had just pointed Harry out to Evelyn and I blacked out.

I woke up in the nurse's office to Evelyn screaming at Logan and Harry sitting with no expression on his face. As soon as I saw the nurse I stood up and begged her not to call my mom.

Evelyn stopped shouting and rushed to me telling me how I need to not freak her out or whatever. She made me lay back down because she said and I quote "not safe to be standing". She acts like my mother sometimes, I swear.

I really hate when people get so concerned for me. Like c'mon people, there are more important things we should be worried about.

Later on, when I was at the hospital, Harry was the first one to visit me. He asked if my mom really had epilepsy and if I had anything wrong with my health.

At first, I thought about telling him my mom really had epilepsy and the only reason why I was here was because my mom freaks out too much.

But, I didn't.

As soon as I told him the truth he looked extremely angry. He clenched his jaw and his knuckles went white. I'd be lying if I said he didn't look scary. He left the room right after that, without saying a word.

Evelyn visited me next. I didn't want to talk about what happened so I asked how her family was.

I haven't seen them in awhile.

After we talked for a little bit I asked her about Logan. She told me he was trying to see if I was okay.

I laughed in her face. He doesn't care, as soon as he found out I was sick he dumped me and told me not to talk to him.

Logan tried visiting. But failed. Good, he deserves to fail at something in his life.

After a couple of family members visited and visiting hours were over, I thought about Harry. I wonder why he looked so angry.

I mean, yeah, I lied.

But it's not like we are super good friends. We just met yesterday. I shouldn't have to tell him anything if I don't want to, right?

I was half asleep when my phone went off.

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Harry: Open your door.
Me: What? Why should I?
Harry: Charlotte, open the door.
Me: No, you can't just storm off and then come back demanding things, acting like you're some kinda royalty.

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Then I heard a knock at the door. Harry's voice sounded muffled.

" Charlotte, my dear, sweet, lovely Charlotte, please pretty pretty pretty please open the door."

I didn't want to open the door so I stood at it laughing.

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" I opened the door and saw him standing there with two coffee cups. I took both of them out of his hands and ran to the bed.

He followed me and took his coffee back.

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After a few hours of talking, I asked him why he got so angry.

He told me he didn't like when people lied. It makes him feel like he isn't a trust worthy person, he just wants to help people, and he can't help them if they can't trust him.

I told him about my diary, thinking maybe if I tell him about it he'll know I do trust him. I just don't like the pity party.

It's not really a party, so why is it called "the pity party"?

When I told Harry about my name for my diary problem. He suggested I write "dear Harry". I laughed at him and said no.

He made that little pouty face again and said "pretty please, with a cherry on topppp".

I sat there for a moment and thought. If you put our names together it would be "charry", after I thought that I laughed really hard. Probably too hard now that I think about it. He asked why I was laughing so I told him "Charry" was our ship name, which he didn't understand. So I had to explain that to him. Then he suggested "harlotte". I immediately said no.

Charry was our name, and that's that.

By around 1am he was taking over most of the hospital bed and was falling asleep. I took a picture of him, that sounds so creepy now that I'm writing about it. But I love pictures.

I take pictures of almost everything.

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So now here I am, writing. It's 2 am. I can't sleep because of the coffee. I don't understand how he drank coffee and crashed. Isn't coffee supposed to give you energy? Not make you fall asleep faster?

This is annoying, sharing a bed with someone.

So, I'm probably gonna push him off the bed into the floor so I can go to sleep.

~Charlotte

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