|Entry#24: Dear Daina|

"Look at me, Day."

"No."

"Please...just look at me. I didn't mean it. I never did."

"I don't care. I will NOT look at you no matter what."

"Let me explain myself at least."

Daina pulled out of his grasp. "I told you...No."

His fingers slid off of her arm.



Dear Daina,



Do you ever have love issues? Don't be specific if you don't want to.



Love, Eliza.



Daina stopped breathing for a second. "I hate him."

The door to her room creaked open. "Day? You okay? I heard about you and Brendon." Lance said.

Daina shook her head. "I don't want to talk about him."
Emerson popped in behind Lance. "Then let's go to our infamous Maine after tour party. We all need a break."
Lance nodded his head as he shook her shoulder gently. "We know you love to party. Just have fun for tonight. Let it wash away your sorrow."
"But what if that damn party doesn't wash away my sorrow?! It won't work!" Daina kept in all the tears. The tears that died to pour out.
Emerson looked to Lance. "Where is my favorite girl that could take anything? She used to be in control of herself. And I think her name was Daina Leone." Lance whispered.
Daina rested her head on her hand. She hated to admit that Lance was right. She was acting as if Brendon was everything. No he wasn't. He was just a boy that a part of her life.
A boy that made a terrible mistake with a bleach blonde in Cali.

Daina sucked in all the air she could. "Okay guys. I think I'm ready for this."
Lance chuckled. "Oh really? Are you trying to be anorexic or something?" He poked her visible rib cage.
Josh and Emerson sat in the corner of the room, playing a demo of their own, checking for any mistakes. "This is something we need to focus on, Lance. Not Daina and her fake skinnyness." Josh joked.
Daina ran over to the CD stereo. The music poured out and into their ears.
"I can't. I just can't. You aren't enough. You aren't a drug. Please just...shh." Josh paused the song.
"Day, didn't Ryan write this song for you?" Emerson shoved Josh away from the stereo.
Daina took a step back onto the couch. "He did. Why?"
Lance's eyes widened. He didn't want Josh to ask the wrong question. But he did.
"But didn't Brendon write a song for you along the same lines?"