Dear diary 12. Continued... 28.10.09

Dear diary.

Mum, how did I get here?

D didn't take me home, after I told him I was going to be alone. When I mentioned my dad, the venom in my voice must have set him off, because he said that I was never going back. Mum, I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing, but I did it anyway. D and D's parents agreed to some things and they had me write a letter explaining to my dad that I was never coming back to him. They asked me if this was okay to do, okay for me to do, they'd sort out the rest, I agreed, and they took my house keys. D's two brothers and his sister took off to my house and packed everything of my little things up.

Mum, when I arrived at D's house I was astonished. It was huge. House seemed like an understatement, it was a mansion. I wasn't allowed to walk; I had to be carried inside. Of course, that was an overstatement. I wanted to walk but D insisted. I must admit, mum, that I liked being in D's arms. He was cold but he was safe. D's parents obviously freaked when he walked into the kitchen with me, they fluttered around me until D's dad decided that he should take me. D seemed a little overwhelmed with everything. Questions were thrown at me, mum; I wouldn't be surprised if they came at me in cards. D's dad was cold too and safe, but he left something out that needed to be discovered. I was looked over by their personal nurse and she said I was fine. She walked to the door with D's parents where she thought I couldn't hear. She said I was in depression. Mum, I guess that was true. I clanged to D and his parents couldn't separate us. They decided that I wasn't allowed to be alone, and to my complete embarrassment, they put me in the same room as D.

I sat down on his bed; that must seem to be both ours now, and talked to him. I had to confess about this arrangement, mum, he laughed at me. I smiled at him and he stopped, this was the first time I actually smiled at him, not cried, not laughed, not frowned or become depressed, I smiled warmly. I found out that D was half way through his eighteenth year. I was seventeen and only just started. There was a small gap but it meant nothing. Mum, my list was going astray.