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Chapter 2

{Edited}

"Things happens and it's alright, you know you're strong and that's what's important"

|Harley|

"We're here!" Jessie said as she stopped the car in front of a house.

I step outside the car, observing the surroundings and the neighborhood. The roads are wet due to the rain. It was foggy, the temperature was cold like ice. It was a quiet evening in the neighborhood. I see many houses on the side of the roads.

I looked down as I felt emptiness in me. I still feel scared and terrified of the future. I'm scared that my past is going to be the same as the future.

Jessie seemed to notice me. "Hey, it's going to be okay... I'm here and you'll never be alone. You're almost like a little sister to me, you know?" She smiled as she held my hand in hers.

She then hugged me, a tear slipped down my cheek. I hugged her back for a while feeling comfort. I broke the hug and smiled at her. "Thank you, you're right... Let's start again. "

"Together? " She asks as she gives me a sweet smile.

"Together! " We laughed together and started to carry our stuff inside the new house.

We then started to unpack our stuff in our rooms. Soon we finished unpacking and I headed down to the living room. I saw Jessie watching TV sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. I sat beside her and started to speak.

"Jessie? What about college?" I asked as I looked at her with a curious expression. I wanted to do something to distract myself from the emptiness and pain I feel inside my heart.

She looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry about it, I already handled that" she pauses and thinks about something before speaking again. "We're going to start in two days"

"Really? You're the best! " I said as I hugged her. She giggled and hugged me back.

We spent the night together watching movies and talking about life. I love my best friend; I couldn't wish better. She's like my big sister that I can lean on, since my parents died, I had no one until I met Jessie. It's a good thing that she had a house here in Canada, it's her parents' gift from her 18th birthday. I'm grateful that I've met her once in a lifetime.

This is a new start for me, I'll try to forget my past and move on. It still hurts, not the bruises that Ash caused but the scars in my heart that he left. These bruises and scars in my body can heal, but the scars in my heart are hard to be healed.

I hated the word Love every time I heard it, it reminded me of the things Ash did because he "Loves" me. He doesn't know what love is and doesn't know what it is anymore. He ruined the meaning of love for me.

I view love as a red rose with thorns, it has such beauty yet if you try and hold it in your hand— the thorns of love will make you bleed and give you pain like no other. What if you held that rose even if you know you'll get hurt? What if you held it tight not wanting to let go? Would that stop the bleeding of your aching heart?

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Today was the first day of school, off for a new start. I really want to distract myself from thinking about things that happened to me, but I was still afraid to meet new people. Well, I have trust issues. Isn't it obvious? Last time I trusted someone I ended up breaking myself.

I woke up early today, I looked at the window beside my bed to see the sun rising up gorgeously. I had a habit of looking at the sky when I'm feeling down, I feel somehow comfort and inspiration. I love how beautiful the sky is, with the sun shining or at night when the moon shines bright with the stars. I feel like they know how I feel, like they listen to everything I want to say.