Dear Diary, I Have A Mate

by Abbie Lynn

  “Are you okay?” Ty asked, making me snap out of my thoughts.

  I nodded. Why isn't he sitting with his friends?

  “You don't look okay,” he added.

  I sighed. This is going to be a very long day.

  After I stopped responding to Ty he would just tell me stories about him.

  I liked his stories.

  Once school was over I walked home and up to my room.

  Dear Diary,

  My first day was, not what I expected. I think I made a friend.

  If you could talk Diary I would ask you for advice...but you are just paper. I wonder if Ty thinks I'm stupid? Or maybe he's just making fun of me. I don't know I think I will just stop everything, once he realized I'm not going to respond he will probably ignore me like the others.

  ~Aria

  Chapter 2

  Dear Diary,

  Last night was bad to say the least. Dad came home drunk again or maybe he was high, or both. It was just bad....I'm sore and tired. My bruises will be difficult to cover today mostly because it's sunny 75 degrees, and I'm going to be wearing long sleeves, jeans, and a scarf.

  ~Aria

  I arrived at school and sighed when everyone was in shorts and tank tops. If I had friends they would ask me what the hell I was doing in jeans and long sleeves. I walked into English and sat down by the window. I gazed out into the parking lot and held back the tears as I remembered last night.

  “Why don't you do anything right?” Kick in the gut.

  “I swear, Arrabella your mother doesn't need rehab.”

  “She didn't even have a problem until you were born,” he screamed and threw a beer bottle against the wall.

  “Then you stop talking and she blames me,” he went on.

  “Clean this up dammit!”

  “Aria,” a soft voice pleaded.

  I slightly jumped and then remembered I am in English.

  I focused in on Ty's worried face.

  “I didn't mean to startle you.” He apologized.

  I shook my head trying to tell him I was okay.

  “You do know it's like eighty degrees outside?” he asked amused.

  I shrugged.

  “At least take that scarf off, you are going to overheat.” He said while reaching towards it.

  'Don't you think I would if!' I could I screamed in my head.

  I shook my head at him.

  “Okay but take it off if you get hot,” he replied.

  Ugh if I take it off you would be able to see my father's fingerprints around my neck when he attempted to choke me last night.

  I sighed sometimes I don't even know why I was born onto this planet.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Hey I didn't mean anything by it.”

  I smiled trying to let him know it wasn't his fault.

  “You should smile more, you have cute dimples.” He grinned.

  I grinned at him while feeling heat rise up my neck, was I blushing?

  “Oh is that a blush I see upon you cheeks?” I almost laughed at his failed attempt at an accent.

  I shook my head and put my head down.

  He reached over, placing his hand gently underneath my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking at him.

  “Never hide your face from me. I like it when you blush babe.”

  I slapped his hand away and mock glared at him.

  “You're cute when you're mad.” He laughed.

  I stuck my tongue out at him just because I didn't have any other way to express my feelings to him.

  He just laughed more.

  The teacher finally decided to show up and I tried to pay attention but Ty kept looking over at me and smirking!

  I kept hitting him when the teacher wasn't looking.

  “And that is what your appositive sentences should look like,” she kept going.

  Another smirk, this time I brought my hand up and was about to bring it down insanely hard but instead of me hitting him he grabbed my hand in his.

  I looked over at him and mock glared.

  “I didn't want you hurting your hand.” He shrugged.

  I smiled and then looked to the front of the room, my hand still in his.

  I have never had a boyfriend. I used to have a lot of guy friends when I was little, but after it happened I lost all my friends.

  The bell rang and I took my hand back from Ty.

  UGH, stop smirking! I wanted to yell at him.

  “You know you sure do yell at me a lot in your head,” Ty remarked.

  I stood there frozen and watched as he walked out of the room. What the hell just happened?

  The rest of the day dragged on.

  I didn't sit with Ty at break. As a matter of fact, I hid from him.

  I went into the girl's washroom and sat in a stall for the entire twenty-five minutes.

  When I heard the bell ring I raced into history and sat down. I looked up during my lesson and saw that Ty was in the doorway. The teacher had his head towards the chalkboard. He kept skimming the desks until his eyes landed on me. Relief flashed over his face. He smirked at me, waved, and then walked away.

  I sighed; I think he’s clinically insane.

  After history I walked to chemistry, another class I have with Ty.

  He was sitting where we sat yesterday, bouncing his leg anxiously in his seat.

  He hadn't noticed I had walked in yet; he started drumming his long fingers against the desk. I walked over and placed my hands on top of his large one, making tingles shoot through my hand and up my arm.

  His head snapped up and he jumped out of his seat and gave me a gigantic bear hug; I haven't been hugged since I was seven, ten years ago.

  “Aria where were you during break?” he asked as we both sat down in our seats.

  I looked at him confused.

  “Arrabella.” I looked everywhere but his face.

  “Here draw a picture or write it down. I can help you spell it.”

  I almost laughed out of anger. I can spell! I can spell damn well. He thinks I'm stupid.

  I shook my head.

  “You can't,” he said.

  No I can, I won't.

  “Why?” he asked.

  I sighed and then got up and walked out of the classroom. I walked over to my locker and shoved my backpack inside. I walked to the doors of this damn building and walked out. I couldn't go home, so I walked to the park. I sat on the swing and kept pushing off with my feet. I kept getting higher, and higher. The swing was frantically swerving, but I don't care.

  Higher and higher.

  All of a sudden it rammed into the other swing, sending me flying forwards. I tried to use my hands to brace my fall but I could only get my left one in front of me fast enough.

  I heard a snap and I screamed in pain.

  I quickly shut my mouth and tried to move.

  I couldn't though. I just lay there and let the darkness take over.

  “ARIA!” I heard a voice scream.

  “Don't you dare shut your eyes.” The voice demanded.

  “Come on, stay with me!” the voice pleaded again. Is that Ty?

  I felt the ground disappear from underneath me. Where is he taking me?

  The pain was too much I slowly let myself drift further and further into the darkness.

  * * *

  “She's fine,” a female voice reassured again.

  Are they talking about me?

  Wait, where am I?

  “Why isn't she waking up?” A deep voice growled. Ty?

  “She is waking up,” the female voice replied.

  “Aria, are you awake?” Ty asked.

  I felt him grab my hand. I squeezed my eyes shut and then 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 questioned.

  I poin
ted to my left arm that was now covered with a cast.

  “You broke your arm,” he said.

  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.”

  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.”

  I shrugged.

  “Just draw a picture.”

  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.”

  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 bed.

  “Hold on.” He panicked, 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.

  “Do you want more pain relievers?” he asked.

  I shook my head and smiled, trying to show him that I'm fine.

  “School will be over in an hour.”

  I nodded. I didn't want to go back to school.

  “Okay. Should I drive you home now?”

  I shook my head and went towards the door.

  “No?” he asked.

  I walked out and started walking to the sidewalk.

  “Wait,” he called, jogging up to me.

  “You aren't going to walk home.” He insisted.

  Oh aren't I? I always walk home; damn this guy is going to get me in so much trouble.

  “Come on my car's right there.” He prompted, pointing to the black Mercedes, damn.

  I shook my head again and then started walking.

  “I will carry you.” He threatened.

  I backed away in fear.

  “Come on Aria.” He ordered.

  I didn't look up at his face.

  “Arrabella.”

  I walked around him and then started on my path again. He muttered something about stubborn and I smiled at that. Then I felt a presence next to me and he put his hand in mine and started walking with me. I pulled my hand from his and shoved his chest.

  “I'm walking you home.” He shrugged. A smile was playing at his lips.

  I stopped walking, no way that could happen. I shook my head and pleaded with my eyes for him to just walk back inside.

  “Arrabella get in the car or I am walking with you.”

  I looked up and studied his face. He wasn't kidding. I sighed and then walked over to the car. I know he was smiling, so I flipped him off over my head.

  “Did you just flip me off?” he asked in mock anger and amusement.

  I shrugged.

  “I didn't think you were that kind of girl.”

  I held in a laugh and covered it with a cough.

  “You pointed at the stop sign,” he roared with laughter.

  I was smiling like an idiot. He did not understand I was telling him to slow down, not turn!

  I pointed at a house that was about six away from mine.

  “This one?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Okay,” he replied. It seems like he knew I was lying.

  I smiled and waved.

  He didn't leave so I walked around to the back of the house and then started sprinting. I ran all the way to the backyard of my house. Then I walked to the front of my house and walked in. I sighed in relief when I realized my dad wasn't home yet, well better safe than sorry.

  I started on dinner and then waited for the demon to arrive home. I heard the garage door open and I flinched, waiting. He walked in and grunted at me. He sat down at the table and I stood off to the side and waited to clean his dish.

  “I heard something that didn't quite sit right with me today.”

  I looked over at him.

  “ARRABELLA COME OVER HERE WHEN I TALK TO YOU!” he roared.

  I walked over and waited.

  “Greg said that he's seen you 'round with some boy,” he continued. Shit.

  “What are you doing with some boy Arrabella?”

  “Ain't I tell you how many times girl.” He shot up from the table.

  “WHO IS HE?” He demanded.

  He punched my stomach until I fell to the ground, his foot replacing his fist.

  The last face that flashed on my mind before I completely blacked out was Ty's.

  Chapter 3

  Dear Diary,

  I can't be seen with Ty anymore. My black eye is too black and blue to be covered.

  He's going to ask me what happened. He's going to ask me to draw it.

  I can't keep lying to him; it hurts too much.

  The only thing I can do is save him.

  I know how to save him but it might be hard.

  I need to stop almost laughing when he's around, stop smiling, and just be the mute freak.

  I most stop becoming friends with him.

  ~Aria

  I walked to school and sat down in English.

  “What happened?” Ty asked. He grabbed my face with his hand and rubbed his thumb over my swollen eye.

  Stay strong Aria.

  I shook my head.

  “Draw it right now.” He forcefully insisted.

  I sat there looking down and playing with my hands. Why can't he just leave me alone?

  “Arrabella,” he growled.

  He took his hand and grabbed my jaw and forced me to look up at him. It didn't hurt but I flinched back anyways.

  “Draw it.”

  I looked at him emotionlessly.

  Whenever we touched I felt this weird tingling through me. I just need him to get his hand away from my face!

  He groaned in frustration and grabbed the pencil on the desk and shoved it in my hand.

  I held onto it, waiting to see what he would do next. He put the piece of paper in front

  of me.

  “Draw.”

  He really did think I was stupid. That bothered me more than it should, but I held back the tears and threw the pencil at him.

  “Everyone, take a seat,” the teacher whose name I still don't remember announced.

  Finally, I need to stop getting here early. Ty sat down, looking furious. The whole class he would shift in his seat and sigh every once in a while. He would glance over at me as well, but I never looked back.

  The bell rang and I got out of my seat, grabbed my backpack, and left.

  I don't really know why I'm in school.

  I fail all my classes except math. I'm good at math and with numbers. I can write numbers—numbers don't hurt to write; numbers don't make me remember…

  I felt two strong arms grab me and I almost yelled in shock. I turned around to see Ty had pulled me into an empty classroom. He shut the door and then stood in front of it with his arms cros
sed. I tried to go around him but wouldn't budge.

  “You aren't leaving until I know who did that,” he said, referring to my black eye.

  I backed away from him and sat in one of the desks. I don't need this! He doesn't realize how hard he is making this for me.

  “Aria who did this to you?”

  My dad did!

  I shrugged.

  He walked over to me and grabbed my hand. I tried to pull it away but he wouldn't let go.

  “Please tell me.”

  I sighed and then grabbed a pencil from my bag and my notepad. I pulled my hand from his and then drew a door.

  “You ran into a door?”

  I nodded.

  “When?”

  I drew a moon.

  “Last night?” he asked. He didn't believe me I could tell.

  “Are you sure?”

  I looked at him and then glanced down and nodded.

  “Okay thank you for telling me.” He smiled, but it wasn’t a real Ty smile, more like an I-know-you’re-lying-to-me smile.

  Now I feel like crap. I promised myself I'd stay away from him and now I'm lying to him. I stood up and then pulled the door open and walked out. It's bad enough that I have this cast on my arm and now I have a black eye. I also always have to wear a scarf because my father's fingerprints won't go away.

  I walked into history and sat down at my desk. The class goes by in a flash when the entire period you’re thinking about Ty’s broken smile. The bell rang and I headed to chemistry.

  Ty was already in there waiting for me. He smiled when he saw me. I felt bad for what I was about to do but I had to do this. I walked by his table and sat down at a table in the corner.

  I didn't dare look back at him though he was basically burning a hole through my head with his stare.

  I watched the clock the entire hour and when the bell rang I nearly sprinted out of the room.

  I went to my locker and then I sat outside by my tree.

  I pulled out Twilight and began to read to distract myself from how hungry I am.

  “Hey,” a familiar voice greeted.

  I looked up to meet Carter’s pale blue eyes. I smiled and gave him a small wave.

  “So, you should come sit with us?” he asked.