Is This Reality? (An Emo Love Story)

I wasn't doing anything!

   Hey guys, it Cheyanne here. The video is the song Second and Sebring by Of Mice And Men. Sorry, it's a cover. The internet wanted to be an asshole, and not give the official band. Well, anyways. Thanks for the reads! It means a lot! I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a little longer than the others.

    We stayed at the park for a while, and then it started to get dark. Hyde stretches and looks to me. "Here." He pulls a paper out of his jacket pocket and hands it to me. "Call me later tonight. We should probably get going."

     I can't go home... He'll be there...

     But instead I smile at him and shake my head. He smiles and return and gets up off of the swing he had sat on a little while ago. He helped me up.

     We stared at each other for a while before I cleared my throat and we snapped back to reality. "Um, so..." Hyde said awkwardly. "I'll uh, hear from you tonight?"

     I shook my head. "Yeah." He smiled, stood there for a minute, then turned around to start walking back home.

     I can't go home... Where am I going to go? He's there...
     The image of my menacing adoptive brother popped in my mind. His black hair, bright green eyes. And that damned crooked grin of his.

     I want him to hurt.

     Hurt. As much as I'm hurt. The hurt he has caused me over the years.

     It started when I was 4. I didn't know what it was, all I knew was that it hurt. And then, I found out. And I wanted to murder him, but he never quit. The raping, the beating. It was terrible.

     The sound of a door slamming brought me back out of my world. Might as well get comfortable if I'll be living in the streets. I sighed and walked up to a house about a block or so away from the park. I sat underneath one of the windows.

     I closed my eyes and started thinking about Hyde. His eyes were such a beautiful blue, I could have sworn they were fake. And his blue-ish hair... Wow.

     The window above me opened, and I could hear music blasting. It was Second and Sebring by Of Mice And Men. My favorite!!!

      I couldn't help it. I got up and looked in the window. Only to see Hyde Anderson, shirtless, sitting on his bed, legs crossed, and drawing what looked like a tribal.

     Holy shit!

     I sat back down and tried to catch my breath. Umm... Beautiful!

     I got back up and was left with disappointment. He was gone, just wrinkles in the bed remaining, his sketchbook on the nightstand.

     Then a chuckle sounded behind me.

     I jumped and turned around, heart racing. There stood Hyde, smiling hysterically, hands in his leather jacket he must have pulled on before exiting the house.

     He had a Nirvana shirt on. Dammit, you'd be doing the world a favour if you never wore a shirt again man!!
     "Well, hello there Clary," he said, clearly trying not to laugh.

      So busted.