f**k, f**k, f**k! I'd been dreaming. It was all one big dream. One big, wonderful, amazing dream. Ryan had come back for me. I sobbed and sobbed as I threw the alarm clock to the floor on the other side of the room.
Forgetting about my leg, I attempted to climb out of bed. When I realised, it was too late. There was a huge thud, and I was in a heap on the carpet. Again. Thank God I had a rug. That would have been extremely painful on tiles. Still, it hurt enough, and it took me ages to try and get back up again. Finally, I sat on the bed for a minute or two before trying to stand up again. I grabbed my crutches and hobbled into the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, I noticed I had big black bags under my eyes, my lips seemed to be twice their usual size (that happened to me in t
