Dear diary,
My vision blurry, as I struggle to open my eyes, I look around the grey room, my flustered brain isn't thinking straight yet. I sit up and the boy in the blue shirt fills my mind. I lift my arm to touch my aching head, a sharp pain goes through the purple veins, clearly seen through my albino skin.
Skyler.
My eyes start to blur again and my vision fuzzy. I fall back into the bed. Thoughts of before filled my mind. Confused on what was to come. I lift my head, unable to know how much time has passed. Two faint knocks on the door, firey hair, it belongs to Andy. Her soft voice echoes through the empty hospital room. I open my mouth, but the tunnel vision comes back. I fall to the bed again, as Andy runs in a fit of fear. Her arms wrap around my body. My vision leaving I look into her deep green eyes, as mine shut.
-sincerely iris
YOU ARE READING
Living is different then surviving.
Genel KurguA 15 year olds girls diary entry's, as she fights through deafness, and the loss of her mother.
