Lissa.
It's raining again.
It's raining again, and that's pretty fucking depressing, because nothing happened yesterday and now everyone's just moping around all over the place. And I'm here, sitting by that awful white bed – again – because no one else can bear to do it.
I mean, seriously? Do they think this is easy for me or something? I have to watch my best friend wake up as this horrible, zombie-like thing every single day!
I hate this. I hate it so much. And if it wasn't Rose… well, I would've given up a long time ago. But it is. So it doesn't matter how tired I am, or how heartbroken. Because, well, she was willing to die for me, and now… now I can finally understand that sacrifice. It must've been so hard for her, and I didn't know.
I vow that I will never have to feel that way again, because I'll listen to her, next time. If there is a next time.
I glance at the clock. 8:13. Rose wakes up at the exact same time every morning. I watch her eyes open, blinking sleep rapidly away. She shifts, rubs her face, and sits up, leaning on her elbow.
Rose frowns. "You… I remember you. You were here last night, weren't you?"
I can't help it. I scream.
They're supposed to be glimpses, people. Glimpses! Things are much quicker if I write this way. So I'll be updating more often, cause I have no school, but the chapter length remains. Deal?
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