Wednesday, May 30th, 5pm the Loft.

Ow…

I never realised a broken arm could actually hurt so much. The phone's been ringing off the hook but I haven't answered it. Not even to Michael. My neck's sore too. The freaking mugger got almost everything I had on me. Mom and Dad are in fits – Lars isn't a happy bunny either. All I wanted was a fruit smoothie from the shop on the corner. Mom and Frank were out having a meal and Rocky is away with the cub scouts, calling out Lars when I'd only be gone for five minutes seemed like a waste. How was I meant to know there was a mugger round the corner waiting for his next victim?

Dad told me he'd replace whatever the guy took…which wasn't much – shame I can't make out like he got away with a TV or something I need a new one. All he got was my wallet, my phone and he got my necklace too. My snowflake necklace. The one that Michael gave me on my fifteenth birthday. Crap. How can I speak to him now? How can I tell him that the idiot who broke my arm ripped the necklace off my throat?

I finally persuaded everyone to go out – or go away. I just wanted to be alone for a little while. Took me ages to get them to finally go, now they wont stop ringing to make sure I know Oops door….Write more later.

7:30pm Still in the loft, my bathroom

It's Michael. He came all the way from college just to see me, even though this extra year of study is sooo important. He told me he was ignoring my orders for him to leave off visiting until the weekend because he was so worried about me. He asked what the mugger got away with and I couldn't tell him…I couldn't say anything about the necklace. I start to cry anyway and he just sat there. First he didn't know what to do, then he just kept hugging me and it made me cry even more. Then he just sat there with me in a heap in his arms, telling me I'd be okay. Then he noticed it was gone…"Where's the snowflake?" he asked. I could feel him looking at the mark…I couldn't say anything I just turned bright red and looked down.

"Mia? Did that man… did he?" he couldn't say anything, I knew what he wanted to ask me – had he done anything physical to me – anything serious. I shook my head and rested back onto him. "Did he get your necklace? Is that why you're not wearing it?" I nodded. He touched the red marks around my throat. Ouch….I told him to get a drink or something while I came in here and washed my face I guess I better go back, Michaels put a movie on, I can hear him making popcorn, I hope he's not too upset about the snowflake necklace.

8:30pm, Living room in the loft.

Michael's just gone to the men's room – we've barely even watched the movie – some old Tori Spelling rerun he just kept hugging me and whispering that the necklace wasn't important. He was just relieved that I was ok – except for the arm and that'll be healed soon. He smells so good and I just keep finding myself disappearing into deep daydreams. He's back, but he's promised not to peek while I finish writing this. He seems a little distant – like there's something on his mind, but I think its maybe because he just feels a little guilty. But he was sooo wonderful about the necklace.

Michael: You sure it came off, you definitely didn't leave it in the bathroom?

Me: Yeah – I mean I didn't leave it anywhere, I had it on, I remember it pulling on my neck.

Michael: I can get a replacement if you – no that's stupid.

Me: No it's not,

Michael:It is- if you have another identical snowflake it'll just remind you of that creep and

Me:No it won't really I'd like another one,

Michael:If you're sure.

Me:I am.

I love him, I do I do I do I