The Diary Of Hazel (Diary Series #1) | ✔

☆ Hazel's Diary Entry #17 ☆

Dedication: Dawn-Dream, thank you so much for all your nice comments, and votes :) xx

I met Hazel.

I'm Romeo, and I've already met the girl I've been trying to find.

It took me a while, but I remember now. I remember why I was so cold towards her, it had been an off week for me.

On the Monday night of that week, my mum had gotten a letter from dad telling her that she needs to hurry up, and kill herself.

As it really hit her hard, she went out that night and got so wasted, so freaking drunk, that it resulted in her getting alcohol poisoning.

And I didn't even find out until I had already arrived at school, where her friend Martha called and told me.

The reason that I wasn't called by the hospital, was because my mum had told them that there was no one to call, when they asked, so Martha called me this morning insteas. She had tried ringing me earlier but regretfully, my phone had been turned off.

I found out on the phone that my mum had gotten her stomach pumped, it was that bad.

When her alcohol levels dropped later that day - it was more night - they let her go home.

But anyway, that's why I probably seemed distracted to Hazel, I didn't really mean to. I just had so much on my mind, and all I could think about was getting to the hospital.

I barely even took much notice of Hazel, until I heard the way her voice sounded while walking away. Disappointed, upset, self-conscious.

I felt so bad - I still do, but I didn't know her, or what I'd done wrong, at the time.

Not that I know her now, but I know what I did wrong. I was cold. Yeah sure, I apologised for bumping into her, but I also snubbed her.

She probably thinks I'm some asshole now, damnit.

She's such a kind person, she even liked me.

And all I wish is that I knew her. That I know her.

I wish we ran into each other again.

But I didn't see her after that, not that I remember anyway.

There's also another thing I remember about meeting her; Her beauty.

My God, she's so freaking beautiful. She's not hot, she's stunning, in the most natural way.

Her bright green eyes, I can only slightly still picture in my head, but they were so full of life.

Freckles cover her face, and dark brunette hair frames it.

How did I not take more notice? How could I let her walk away without getting a name? An answer to my question?

Even now, reading her diary, I still don't have the answer.

I guess that there's some secrets that no one will ever share, even on paper.

I want a do-over. I want to meet her again, but this time, I want to do it properly. I want to look her in the eyes, have a conversation with her, tell her she's beautiful, and be her friend.

Maybe even tell her that I read her diary.

Actually, scratch that, she's a female, there's no way in hell I'll survive after spilling that onto the table.

Nope, never mind, I'm never telling her that. I'll sound creepy and she'll want nothing to do with me!

But, back to the whole 'creepy/stalker' thing, I have another diary entry to read.