Diary Entry Twelve- forgiveness is for suckers

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"Please forgive me Aspen. I know i messed up. But please give me a second chance."

"Listen Zac. I am normally vulnerable, but I'm standing my ground. Forgiveness is for suckers. Im not a sucker." I stated. I could feel my eyes start to water but I held it back, staying strong."My answer is No."
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Dear diary,
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. He can't just come back and ask for forgiveness after he KISSED Serenity while we we DATING. I can't forgive him. I just can't.
But I really want to.
Sincerely,
Confused Aspen.

"Miss Aspen?" My nurse Mandy came in and asked.

"Yes?"

Then my eyes were shocked.

Happy, sad, fear, and shock.

"Kaitlin!!!"
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"Okay girls, kaitlin needs some rest now. You too Aspen." Mandy came in and wheeled Kaitlin out of my room.

We sat and talked for 3 hours about our lives and how we are grateful.

"Honey?" My mom came in with a tray of food." You need to eat."

For the next fifteen minutes I slowly ate soup and drank lemonade. After I finished I fell asleep quickly.

That is until there was a knock at the door.

When will the visitors stop?!?

"Come in!" I say.

"Aspen?" I hear a too farmiliar voice say.

"Jax?!? No. You cant come in. You AVOIDED me and Kaitlin for a good 3 months! All for that stupid girl! Get out!" I shriek at the top of my lungs, the tears staining my cheeks as each word rolling off my tongue.

"Please forgive me." is all he has to say.

"No! Im sick and tired of people wanting forgiveness from me! Maybe if you did the right thing you wouldn't have to ask for forgiveness. So Im gonna tell you the exact same thing I told Zac. Forgiveness is for suckers. Im not a sucker. So get out." I pointed to the door and he left.

My mom came in as he left and sat by my bed and stroke my hair.

"I can't do this ma. I can't. Its all too much right now. I need it to end." I cry on her shoulder.

"It will get better honey."

I hope.

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