Dear diary,
Finally some peace and quiet. I know everybody is just worried about me and cares for me. And I think that's really sweet but they don't seem to realize that sometimes I just want them to shut up. That's when the compassion becomes too much. I can't keep saying that I'm fine for the rest of the year, you know? Someday my calm façade will crumble and I will scream that I'm not okay that I, in fact, am miserable and I don't know how to live my life without my parents.
Some good night sleep would help me keep up this calm façade but I haven't been able to sleep since the accident. Those pills I got from the doctor don't work at all, but he claims those are the strongest sleeping pills he has. Yeah, right. It's not that I am immune to sleeping pills. It's the same story every night. Around 6 P:M I cry myself to sleep only to be woken by the alarm at 7 P:M. I hope, once everybody will stop asking if I'm okay I will sleep better. But the chances of that are almost zero.
But right now I'll just enjoy the fact that I'm completely alone.
I let my head fall back against the tree. I close my eyes and cherish the feeling of the sun on my skin. It's been a long while since I could sit against the tree in the woods. All alone and by myself. No worried eyes following me or words of compassion thrown my way. Now I can just relax and think the accident didn't happen at all. That my mom and dad will be waiting for me at home.
I felt all my limbs relaxing and my body fall into a state of peace. Just when I began to fall in my deepest sleep since two weeks I suddenly hear a voice.
'You know it's not safe to be in the woods on your own.'
It's true. No one can really leave me alone, but strangely I don't know the voice. I open my eyes and gasped.