Terrified.

Sometimes I just got scared. It seemed natural enough for a teenage girl to be paranoid and nervous and scared that something bad might happen, but with Bennett it was different. It wasn't that I was scared of him breaking up with me or liking some other girl. In a way, I guess I was scared of those things. But it was something more. It was just the mere thought of losing him, that made me cry myself to sleep at night. I didn't want to drift away. I wanted every night to be like the night I fell asleep in his arms. I wanted to wake up to his perfect, wonderful voice every morning. And just thinking about it, I had to smile. Because he made everything in my life perfect. Absolutely perfect. Everything just happened so quickly, I didn't know what was happening. But I think I should start from the beginning. Now you know how much I love him. Maybe you'll understand why this is so hard for me. But that's for later.

The day it all began was like any other day. It was a bitter cold December day, a few days before winter break, and walking to my high school was definitely not my most favorite part of the day; especially in this kind of weather. So, like an icicle in high fashion boots, I scurried across the high way, which, yes, I had looked both ways before crossing, was almost completely empty. I clutched my books tightly to my chest, and booked it, my heart stopping when my feet flew out from under me against the slippery ice, and my books went flying to the ditch on the side of the road. To make matters worse, as soon as I landed on the ground, I saw the bright flash of headlights in front of me. If I hadn't been already injured, I could've saved myself. Could've. I tried desperately to drag myself over to the side of the road. Guess what? It was too late? You guessed that didn't you? Yes, I get hit by a car and land myself in the hospital.

more later.