Quick Note:
So hi pips!! :) good mood tonight!!
My story keeps on going and growing every time.. :) haha!! XD
But anyway, just want to share that I have found a new game for my phone before, and now I'm addicted to it!! >/<
That's what I hate to myself!!!!!!! I get addicted real quick.. :/ Oh well... It is good so... Just can't blame myself!! ;P haha!! XD
P.S. I love the title for this part.. ;) seems so..... Great. 0_0 XD
I stand stiffed and frozen on my place as I watch him revealed his true identity. Black strands of burnt hair fall slowly in their places as the wig got taken out of his head. The soft, blue orbs his eyes once had were slowly taken out by his fingers and now, his stares hold nothing but fierce and intensity as he looks at me with his dull, scary-looking eyes. The face that I wanted to stare at for an eternity is then now replaced by the face that I never dreamed to see again anymore. In whole, the boy whom I wished to be with forevermore is now gone. For he is now the boy whom I never thought of seeing in my life once again.
"You must've been so surprised..." He smiled slightly under his permanent one.
My body starts to shake so hardly and my hands are now wet with cold sweats. I cannot feel my heart beating in my chest as my mind went completely lost in space and blankness. Heavy breathing quickly occupied my mouth with air that clogs in my lungs as I keep my trance on him. I really just can't believe what I just have heard, and witnessed. I couldn't believe that the man whom I care about, is also the man whom I'm afraid of. I couldn't believe that the boy whom I want to be with, is the same as the boy whom I never want to see in my life. I couldn't believe that the guy whom I love, is the guy whom I want to be dead. I couldn't believe it is all happening... I couldn't believe... I can't...
There are many thoughts and questions swirling around inside my head but I couldn't make out anything. I want to speak... To ask... To make a protest. I want to know it's not real. I want to hear his only lying. I want him to say that it's all wrong. Or even just tell me I'm only dreaming. Because I can't take it! I wouldn't be able to accept it!... I don't want to believe it... It hurts.
"Alright. I know, very surprising... But I won't apologize. I had to do it so you won't find out in the wrong time. But now... I think you already need the explanations." He sighed looking at me.
Yes. Explanations. That's really what I need to hear. That's everything that I need to know.
"First, I want you to know that... I've been watching you for a long time. I have known you since the first time I saw you running in the rain to get away from your abusive father..." He started off, not taking his eyes off me.
My eyes get even wider in shock after hearing his first statement. That moment happened almost years ago!!! I don't even remember it well anymore! It was like... Just after my mom's death! I was just so young that time!!!
"I watched you cry, almost every day, when you go and hide behind that oak tree in the playground. I remember you were only sixteen that time and," He paused chuckling. "Since before you were already so beautiful with your teary glass eyes." He smiled at me softly.
My heart keeps on hardening and my chest gets heavier in every second as he keeps on reminding me about my life and tragedies. Mixed feelings and emotions shower my body as I keep having the strength in listening to his story. But the more I force myself on keeping up is the harder for me to handle the situation.
"Since then, I watched you in your every move in your every life. I watched you all. I watched you sleep, I watched you eat, talk, laugh, cry,... And get beaten up by your father. Every time he did that, my anger on him just got more and more. But I kept on controlling it because I could see in that time, you still need him. Because you keep on coming home to him. Until one night, the time that I've been waiting for already arrived. And that was the first time we finally met each other." He continued.
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Miserable at Best
FanfictionMy name is Amanda Jean Henderson. I'm a silent, typical, ordinary girl next door in the neighborhood, aging twenty-one and currently living with my abusive father who only knows giving misery in my life. That's all you need to know about me, because...
