Dear Diary, I Have a Mate

Chapter 3

"Do you want more pain relievers?" he asked.

I shook my head and smiled trying to show him that I'm fine.

"School will be over in an hour," he stated.

I nodded; I didn't want to go back to school.

"Why don't you stay here for a while and then I can take you home," he started to say but before he was finished I had already started shaking my head no.

"How about you stay until three?" he asked.

I thought about it, I usually got home from school around four because I like to take the long way so if I stayed until three I should be able to get home by then. Wait how long will it take to walk home from here, where is here?

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Will you stay until three?" he asked.

I nodded again.

"Great I will go get you some food," he smiled and then dashed out.

I sat back on the bed and looked around.

I was in a small room with tan walls. The sheets on the bed were white.

There was a small TV hanging from the ceiling and a side table with a clock.

Along the left wall there was bench with white cushions.

It also had one of those monitors that beeped a lot.

The door opened and Ty came in with a tray of food.

I smiled as he set it down in front of me.

"Do you think you could try to talk?" he asked.

"I don't mean to push you about it, but don't you want to be able to talk?" he added.

I sighed I do miss talking a lot. I just don't know if I have it in me to do it again.

I mean Ty could end up realizing that I'm nothing special and just stop talking to me.

"Just try to say hi," he offered.

UGH I can talk!

I shook my head.

"Please," he begged.

I slid of the bed and headed towards the door.

"Wait," he stated while grabbing a hold of my arm.

I flinched back and waited, waited for him to hit me.

"I didn't mean it I won't push you talk, I'm sorry," he apologized.

Was he seriously apologizing?

I shook my head and smiled.

"Let's sit," he smiled back.

I sat back down and he sat next to me.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked.

I pointed to the purple bird on his shirt.

"Purple," he clarified.

I smiled and nodded.

"What's your middle name?" he mocked.

I whacked him with my hand.

"Ow, you know you are abusive," he joked.

I froze.

Am I abusive?

I mean I only hit him because I'm trying to tell him to shut up.