When I Found Myself

I know I know, this is REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY short. But look on the bright side...I just made it longer by adding all those really's!

Rayne's POV

My eyes flutter open to reveal Harver, sitting on a chair by the bed I'm lying in. He looks tired. What time is it? Isn't he suppose to be at the war camp?
He notices my open eyes and his eyes widen.
"Oh my God Rayne." He reaches down and holds me in an embrace.
"What day is it?" I ask.
"Friday." He replies.
"Friday? You were suppose to be at camp Tuesday."
"Well, you also weren't suppose to go unconcious on me Tuesday." He says, raising an eyebrow. I laughed a little.
"Yea..sorry bout that.."
"No need to be sorry. I mean, I slip on soap all the time when I'm in the shower." He said, smiling. So THAT'S what I'd slipped on! Ha! I stick my tongue out at him.
"I bet you do." I said, smirking. "Which explains a lot.." I said, laughing. He made himself look offended, then started tickling me. I start laughing like crazy. Then he stops as I realize I'm naked. "Umm.." I say, pulling up the blanket farther.
"Oops...I forgot to get Prelude to..you know...get some clothes on you..." He says, blushing. He runs his fingers through his hair. Then he leaves the room so I can throw on some clothes.
I put on a pair of dark jeans, a really comfy blue sweater with a cami underneath, and some fuzzy socks. I walk over to the mirror and put on a little makeup to look somewhat less crappy.
I brush around my head injury, then put my flowing dark red hair up. I put a little more electric blue eyeliner on. I take a look at my bright green eyes. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm not that pretty. How could Harver like me? I mean, this is ME we're talking about.
That's when I notice it. A bandage over my neck.

If you can't read above, it says:

I want a boy

who will shove ice cream in my face

who will wrestle with me

Who shoes me off to his friends

Who treats me with respect

who will call me at four in the morning

to tell me can't stop thinking about me

who sings to me, even if he cant

who could break my heart

But wouldn't dream of it.