Dear Diary,
Where am I?
~Aria
"She's fine," a voice assured again.
Is the she they're talking about me?
Wait where am I?
"Why isn't she waking up?" a deep voice growled, Ty?
"She is waking up," she replied.
"Aria, are you awake?" Ty asked.
I felt him grab my hand.
I squeezed my eyes and the opened them.
"Aria," he gasped.
I looked over at him and then down at my arm that was now in a cast.
Great, why am I in a cast?
"Are you okay, what happened?" he asked.
I pointed to my left arm that was now covered with a cast.
"You broke your arm," he replied.
Dammit my dad is going to be pissed. If I have a cast on my arm then that means I went to the hospital, wait is that where I am right now?
"Aria please, how did this happen?" he asked again.
I looked down at my sheets.
"I heard you scream," he stated.
I ground my teeth together.
"So I know that voice in there works," he added.
I never made any assumption that I couldn't talk.
"Why won't you use it?" he asked.
Can't, I motioned with my hand.
"Physically you can," he pushed.
I pointed to my brain.
"Mentally," he guessed.
I nodded.
"Aria I know that you aren't stupid, in fact you are quite smart," he pressed.
I shrugged.
"Just draw a picture," he suggested.
I took the piece of paper drew a swing and then handed it back.
"You fell off the swing?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Okay," he smiled.
I sighed I'm going to be killed if I don't get home.
I looked around for a clock; there was one on the side table that said it was two.
I looked down and noticed my scarf was still on, good because the last thing I needed was for him to question me about that.
"Are you too hot?" he asked.
I shook my head even though I was.
"You shouldn't have worn long pants and sleeves today," he added.
Yes I'm aware.
"Do you want to spend the night here?" he asked.
I quickly shook my head and started to get out of the bed.
"Hold on," he panicked while wrapping his arm around my waist and helping me.
I held back my groan; I had a huge bruise on my hip from last night.
"What hurts?" he almost growled.
I pointed to my arm even though I could barely feel it.
"She gave you medicine for the pain," he said mostly to himself.
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Dear Diary, I Have a Mate
WerewolfArrabella Middletin hasn't spoken a word since she was eight years old. The only thing she shares her thoughts with is her diary. She lives with her abusive father and is starting a new school. With a dad that freaks out when she makes a friend or e...