When people are afraid, they would do anything to escape, because that's how fear works and that's how desperated you become! Sometimes I think that we are weak and so we low our heads. But I was wrong, being weak it doesn't mean that you will not be brave too. And being brave, does it mean that you are strong in any way? If so... I am.
My name is Trista Elrod and I am 17 years old. In the second year of high school......
I swear I just hate it here.... Despiseing everyone everyday, it has become very boring and hurtful. Days seem dull and people too. They all are just liers, stupid, fake and arrgant, they know only how to take from you. Sociaty nowdays is really scary, 'cause behind everything, behind every action there is something hiden or meant. "Reality has become so ugly!". I don't feel bad when I hurt someone, somehow he or she deserves it for being such an egotistic.
I miss my childhood so much. Remembering many beautiful days, when I played with some rocks or plants, made me very happy! There was no worry, my world was so small, so innocent and the only color I can think of for those days is white. Simply white! After my mother's death things changed, I was sent to my dad to take care of me. My parents divorced when I was 5 years old, also it was not the best way to separate from each other! I had never seen him since then, until we met again after her death. He was a stranger, so was I.
He was a tall, very handsome man and his face was always serious. The first impact was scary, I didn't like it and as if I felt that a story would start, a disturbing story for me. My hands were shaking, so I kept them in pockets and looked at the ground all the time. When he spoke to me with his heavy tone, the memories began to clear up little by little. I was very young the last time I met him so I just felt that voice was familiar, but it made me feel uncomfortable. I was 12 years old when my father took me in charge ...
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Today is Tuesday and it is raining heavily. I have forgot to get the umbrella. Haha. At least I will take a free shower!! Today's routine will be:
1) Two hours math
2) Two hours biology
3) Two hours history
After class I will go home. I will eat whatever I find in the fridge, rest and then do my homework. Once I am done, I will do some housework, draw, dance like crazy in the bedroom. And then "he" will come. We will eat together and then I will start learning again .............. Every day is like this. I have no friends, I know I'm lonely and I have no one to protect me when I need to, but at least I'm not afraid that someone will talk behind my back, it 's also not my fault that I'm in this kind of situation. The mentality of this country is bitter. It has nothing to do with gender, that's just the way how people are here, and so is he too. I managed to keep that character that no one would like here, is bad for me, right? But this character makes me feel so free and chill all the time, not a boring and deadly persone like them! So it doesn't really matter!
Because I am different I have no friends, some I greet and some I don't. No one mocks me or despises me, they just don't deal with me at all. I am one of the best students in the class, and that is my pride in front of the teachers.
The bell rang so the lesson for today ended. Our school is quite good and big! I don't know why, but today I have a good feeling, my chest is warm and I feel like I want to run, simply because I am in a good mood ....
(Trista started running lightly, with delicately. Her face was shining and her eyes were expressing this quite well. It was raining outside, but she didn't seem to think about it at all! The students who didn't have umbrellas were gathered at the exit door of the school, as she passed through the crowd without thinking twice, began to run in the fresh rain. How childish of her! ....The roads were blocked by heavy traffic, the fog had covered the whole city and give her a sigh of relief for this sad view. Strange! Trista was soaked and waiting near the traffic light to cross to the other side of the road. There were many people, but still it was too quite. Anyone could feel invisible, if they wanted to shout, the sound of rain would cover them.)
This moment is so calming .... (She gave a quick glance to a person who was coming behind her, it was a man whose face couldn't be seen from the umbrella he was holding. And again she continued to look ahead. After a few minutes a voice was heard.)
'Girl, you'll get a cold if you stays in the rain for a long time.'
(She turned her head back, and saw the gentleman talking to her. He held the umbrella and covered them both, so they wouldn't get wet.)
"Thank you sir! ....... Haha I forgot to take the umbrella from haste." (Replied awkardly)
'....It happens to everyone.'
"Yeah" (Continued to look ahead and next to her stood the handsome man who gave a mysterious grin. He had completely black eyes, which you can not even see the pupil. His skin was white and his hair black, also his face was full of special details, his features were very sharp. But still, she didn't find him scary, not after the gentleness he was doing.)
"Have a good day sir and thank you ..."
'Wait. Get the umbrella, because I have the car nearby.'
"No sir, I .." (He placed the umbrella on her shoulder and left with a haughty smile. He didn't even say goodbye, Trista looked at him astonished and this impressive action left her quite satisfied. She was happy and without noticing she smiled.)
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RomanceTwo different people with the same wounds. They both have their own way, but they intersect with each other. Feelings and moments, past will become the reason of their present. Both belong only to each other.
