Run || h.s (MAJOR EDITING)

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I have come to realization that Harry does have a point in what he said. I really do need to learn how to not trust random strangers whenever I feel like I should.

Yes, I do have a point too. The two people did not give me any reason to not trust them what so ever. They were very kind young men. At least they were to me.

Although Harry was rude after I told him the truth, he did feel bad for me at first. He slept in the hospital's waiting room and kept texting his sister about me. This occurred for the whole entire night, he obviously cared.

But Harry does not have a reason to ignore me at a time like this. My life is terrible right now and I miss my real life so much. I may sound obnoxious, but he should be feeling bad for me, not calling me out on it.

Overall, I guess I'm saying I am dumb but Harry should not have claimed "it was my fault that I could've gotten killed".

Even though he did all of these things, I can't be that mad at him. If it was not for Harry, I would have been who knows where right now. Jediah and Daniel could have beat me, sexually harassed me, even killed me, and there would have been nothing I could ever do about it.

So actually, I should thank Harry and not be upset with him. I would never tell him this though. I would not want to boost his ego too much. I want to apologize for my actions, but Harry will need to apologize first. He was the one who kissed me then flipped out when I pulled away before everything else happened. If it wasn't for Harry kissing me, I would not be in this situation now. I would probably be home.

Well not exactly home, but just Uncle Jason's apartment. That may be where I have to live, but my home is New York. It always has been and it always will be. I love the big city, not what ever you would call this place. Ever since I was young, I have wanted to live in New York for the rest of my life. I have never liked change so a whole change in everyday scenery would be awful.

I have had a vivid picture of Jake and I's family for as long as I can remember. We would live in one of the huge houses, away from the city. The home would be big and beautiful, just like the state itself. We would have three children, one boy and two girls. The boy would have my eyes and skin along with Jake's hair, nose, and facial structure. One of the girls would have Jake's nose but the rest of her looks like mine, she would be a little me. And the other girl would have my hair and the rest Jake's looks. All three would be generous and respectful to everyone they meet. I would love to have this perfect family and I hope Jake agrees one day too. Even though I want kids, I do not think I am fit to be a mother. I am not even ready to be dependent, let alone have children depending on me. I hope this all can change in a matter of time before it is too late.

On the topic of Jake, I wonder were he is. Is he with my family or is he with all of his friends? Maybe he is all by himself, worried about me? Does he worry about me or does he think I can handle myself? I don't know which is better. I obviously want him to worry about me but I still don't want him to see me a child depending on someone for everything. He always told me that. He said, "Hayden, you need more independence!" Which he is right, as always, but I can't do that yet. I have had my parents do everything for me my whole life so it would be hard for a girl like me.

I hope during the time that I am here, I can become just what Jake wants and needs.

***

Brenda and a few other nurses had come to bring me food quite a few times. After hours of laying on the uncomfortable bed, Dr. Johnson told me that I was free to go whenever I would like. Obviously, I chose to leave right then. I called Harry, wondering if he could bring some of my clothes and take me home. Unsurprisingly, there is no answer. He is still mad at me. Shouldn't he have gotten over it by now?