Char's Diary [h.s.]

|Third Entry| Date: January 4th, 2015

Dear diary,

I just got home from the hospital today. I'm really angry with my mother. Harry wanted to take me out to lunch, but she wouldn't let me. She told me that I needed rest.

It's not like anything extraordinary would happen.

It's just lunch.

With a friend.

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Later that day, Harry texted me. It made me frustrated because I really wanted food, ok? Not just some nasty sandwich mom makes me eat.

Harry: So when do you want me to pick you up? ;)
Me: can we take a rain check? The doctor said I need rest and don't need to be up moving around a bunch. :(
Harry: That's okay! What were you craving for lunch?
Me: I'm not really sure, maybe some Chinese!
Harry: Hm, well that's too bad! I hope you get better soon.

I decided not to answer b/c I'm going to take a nap. And naps are more important.

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I woke up to my mom yelling at someone telling them to leave.

I figured it was Logan, but I had gotten a text from Harry telling me to come downstairs.

I made my way down the steps and saw him standing at my front door, which my mom was trying to close. I glared at my mother and ran to the door, holding it open.

I looked over at Harry who was holding up two containers. "I brought Chinese," he said uneasily with an awkward smile. I turned my attention back over to my mom and asked her to come to the kitchen so we could talk.

Harry waited in the living room.

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Mom: I don't like that boy.
Me: You haven't even got a chance to meet him.
Mom: I don't like the idea of him hanging around you, he'll get attached and get hurt in the end.
Me: How will he get hurt? Shouldn't you be worried about me?
Mom: Yes, but...
Me: But what?! Is it because I'm getting worse?? Because I'm dying and they can't save me?!
Mom: .......

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I stormed out of the kitchen.

Harry looked at me with an emotionless expression.

I just sat next to him on the couch. It was silent for a while.

He spoke up and said "so how bad are you? And, please, be honest with me".

I just looked around the room.

I can't be honest with him. I can't tell him I'm dying. I don't even want to believe I'm dying. He sat up straighter and looked at me, expecting an answer. I tried coming up with an excuse, but I stuttered.

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Me: I-uhm. It's not that bad okay. Everything will be fine I-
Harry: -No I want the truth, I've been nothing but kind to you. If you think you can keep avoiding my questions, you're wrong. Please. Charlotte, I'm begging. Please. Just talk to me, that's all I want.

He was yelling at first, but his voice became softer.

I finally looked him in the eye.

Me: Erm. I-uh- I... The doctors said I'm getting worse, my seizures are happening more often. And each time they happen they get worse. It's affecting my brain.

He hung his head low.

Harry: How? Can't they just cure you? I mean don't they make medicine to help with seizures?
Me: I don't just have epilepsy, Harry. It would take a whole lot more than medicine to cure me.
Harry: What do you mean?
Me: I, uhm. I just can't tell you. Ok?

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I can't write anymore. Goodnight, diary.

~Charlotte

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I ship charry so much.