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.

"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," he stated.

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

"Why don't you stay here for a while and then I can take you home," he started to say but before he was finished I had already started shaking my head no.

"How about you stay until three?" he asked.

I thought about it, I usually got home from school around four because I like to take the long way so if I stayed until three I should be able to get home by then. Wait how long will it take to walk home from here, where is here?

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Will you stay until three?" he asked.

I nodded again.

"Great I will go get you some food," he smiled and then dashed out.

I sat back on the bed and looked around.

I was in a small room with tan walls. The sheets on the bed were white.

There was a small TV hanging from the ceiling and a side table with a clock.

Along the left wall there was bench with white cushions.

It also had one of those monitors that beeped a lot.

The door opened and Ty came in with a tray of food.

I smiled as he set it down in front of me.

"Do you think you could try to talk?" he asked.

"I don't mean to push you about it, but don't you want to be able to talk?" he added.

I sighed I do miss talking a lot. I just don't know if I have it in me to do it again.

I mean Ty could end up realizing that I'm nothing special and just stop talking to me.

"Just try to say hi," he offered.

UGH I can talk!

I shook my head.

"Please," he begged.

I slid of the bed and headed towards the door.

"Wait," he stated while grabbing a hold of my arm.

I flinched back and waited, waited for him to hit me.

"I didn't mean it I won't push you talk, I'm sorry," he apologized.

Was he seriously apologizing?

I shook my head and smiled.

"Let's sit," he smiled back.

I sat back down and he sat next to me.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked.

I pointed to the purple bird on his shirt.

"Purple," he clarified.

I smiled and nodded.

"What's your middle name?" he mocked.

I whacked him with my hand.

"Ow, you know you are abusive," he joked.

I froze.

Am I abusive?

I mean I only hit him because I'm trying to tell him to shut up.

It's not like I hit it hard I mean I'm an one hundred and ten pound girl and he's a two hundred pound beefed up jock.

"Hey, hey what's wrong?" he asked.

I pointed to my arm trying to make him think it hurt.

"Oh your arm hurts?" he asked.

I nodded, he looked like he didn't believe me but he wasn't going to push me about it which I am grateful for.

"Do you like any sports?" he asked.

I nodded, I am actually quite good at soccer.

"Okay let's see volleyball?" he asked.

I almost laughed, but instead I shook my head.

"No, okay tennis?" he tried.

I shook my head again.

"Basketball?" he questioned.

I sighed and once again shook my head.

"Soccer, football, swimming?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Swimming?" he asked.

I held up one of my fingers.

"The first one, soccer," he smiled.

I nodded while smiling back.

The rest of the time went like that. It was nice having someone to talk to, or nod to in my case.

It just felt so nice with him like he was never going to hurt me.

I know I can't trust him of course, but it was still nice.

"Okay should I drive you home now?" he asked.

I shook my head and went towards the door.

"No?" he asked.

I walked out and started walking to the sidewalk.

"Wait," he called while jogging up to me.

"You aren't going to walk home," he demanded.

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

"Come on my cars right there," he said while 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," he stated.

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'll walk you home," he shrugged.

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," he demanded.

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," he suggested.

I held in laugh and covered it with a cough.

"You pointed at the stop sign," he laughed.

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 then I waited.

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," he stated.

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 on, shit.

"What are you doing with some boy Arrabella?" he asked.

"Aint 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 and his foot replaces his fist.

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

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