Part 3.

Vampire Academy Belongs to Richelle Mead!

3. Rose.

revenge – the punishment of someone in retaliation for harm done.

broken – in two or more pieces, after being harmed.

heart – a hollow muscular organ that pumps blood around the blood, in humans, situated in the centre of the chest.

More days passed. Every minute without his presence was like a knife stabbing into her glowing skin.

Dear Diary,

My memories are the worst. Worse than the hands that hold me, promising a better day; worse than the tears that I drown in.

I asked myself; What is the worst I can live through? I didn't like that question at all. What will I do, if it never gets better? I didn't like that question either. It was easier to just be unconscious. At least that way, I wouldn't over think.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

But the pain and torture, I have been put through doesn't end there

Lissa walked passed me with her nose in the air avoiding my eyes, for the second time this week. I know I'm suppose to be mad at her, but I sincerely can't help but see her flaxen waves bounce as she walks and her beautiful jade green eyes that show vigour and ardour. Seeing her, so bold and confident, I felt hurt, so hurt; I felt the need down onto my knees and beg for her forgiveness.

But no, I am Rose Hathaway. I don't beg for forgiveness, I am the sassy dangerous girl at this school. I am the girl people feared up close, and admired from afar.

Or so I use to be.

I sat lonesome, in the common room, hours before school thinking what happened??

But I knew.

Dimitri.

Just thinking his name, I felt my heart breaking a little more inside of me.

I pulled out my diary and a pen wrote hastily,

Broken hearts are never healed. They haunt us for a lifetime even if we find someone else. Our past teaches us lessons that make us more aware and more human. Why then do we feel so hurt knowing it can only get better?

I tried to answer the question when I heard the door of the common room open.

And out steps Adrian Ivashkov, a senior who is know because of his supercilious demeanour. he seems to take nothing seriously, and has a womanizer reputation which precede him and with a nice laugh, rich and almost melodious that makes you think of warm caramel, dripping from a spoon, but don't be fooled, he smokes, drinks, and is a fan of full-contact sports... And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Adrian Ivashkov is bad news.

But, right now, I think "Bad News" is what I need at the moment, Adrian ran his fingers through his hair and headed towards me, and I stood up and faced him, and unleashed my man-eating smile.

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