It All Started With a Diary

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"I'm sorry to inform you of this so suddenly, but your father has type one diabetes. I know that this is very sudden and it might be scary for you, but there are many solutions to this that will get your father back into good shape. Now, don't expect this to magically make him okay and make the disease disappear, because it won't. But, it will help him..." the doctor carried off into the explanation of what diabetes was, how it would affect him, and the ways to help it.

I didn't pay attention, despite my eye contact. I heard what mattered in my ears. He was alright. He was alive. He wasn't dead.

My dad was alive. He didn't die; he wasn't going to die. He was okay.

I felt the distress lift from my heart. Physically, my shoulders felt taken aback by the sudden pain lifted away. It felt amazing.

They continued to speak while I drifted into my own world. Without a thought, I walked toward my dad. Even if he wasn't awake, I still hugged him like he would respond with a tighter grip.

The hot tears spilled down my cheeks as I continued to hug him to me. I couldn't comprehend on the fact that he was alive. He was alright. He was here.

***

"You want breakfast?" Ryland asked as we passed by the quiet buildings.

I said nothing. I could feel his eyes through the review mirror, though I did nothing in reaction. I was more than frustrated with him.

I didn't know how long we argued over the weekend. All I knew, was that it was long and useless on my part.

Ryland decided for me that I was meant to go to school starting Monday, which was today now. The doctor had told us he should wake up soon, so Ryland said that he would watch over him, and that I had missed too many days already. I argued back with all I had, though it meant nothing in the end.

I glared out the window as he drove me to school. I saw the flag of the school, and glared down at my clenched fists. I didn't care how many days I missed; my dad's health mattered far more than damn chemistry class.

I pulled my bag up my shoulder as I hopped out of the car. My shielded feet hit the ground in angry paced steps before I heard him, "Have a good—" I slammed the door with a hard force as I glared at him.

Ryland jumped back, a humored glint in his green eyes. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as he held back a laugh. This only edged my nerves even more.

"I'll be outside when the last bell rings," he said.

I didn't respond. With a bag on my shoulder, and a ground leveled dignity, I walked up the pathway to my school. Students were already piling into the school. I guessed that the bell already rang, only encouraging the start of a terrible day.

I couldn't lie. I couldn't pretend that I never allowed my eyes drift to the side in search of Kade. As badly as I tried to distract myself, nothing worked.

"Don't think of him," I continued to mutter to myself as I walked into my first period.

Even if he were here, I wouldn't see him until Mr. Crawfield's class, which was my third period. Then, lunch would come. After that, the torture would be over. I wouldn't have to see him for the rest of the day.