I have never given thought that I would have a loving family...or even discover happiness and the warmth of love. Though who would adopt a child who can't stand the idea of being touched? Or barely leaves the room in the orphanage? As the years went...
The song "Drown" shown is a cover, it's not the original by Bring Me The Horizon...
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I hear the platter of the rain against my bedroom window, and my eyes follow as each drop slides down to the sill. My breath fogs the glass and when I lay my hand upon it, fog seems to mold around it. I have always wondered if rain were the tears of other people, who have suffered as I have in the past. I wondered if my tears that I shed earlier today are among those raindrops, or if they are the tears of Heaven. Was rain created to camoflage one's sorrow? Or is it simply to add a dramatic atmosphere in the air? I may never know, but I can believe in these thoughts. The rain tastes fresh upon your tongue like a sweet spring, but when you cry your tears are nothing but bitter saltiness that left your eyes and portray your pain.
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I take my gaze from the window, and I curl myself further upon my window seat. The cold, dark room was the master's bedroom, but Father and Mother made it mine since I suffered from fear of small places. I have my own in-built bookshelf with all of my series of books, along side with my music records, on the far wall from my queen bed, just behind the two white sofa chairs. There are three doors that leads to my private office, that I used for my home schooling but now for homework at my school, my master bathroom is the door closest to my window seat, and finally my doorless walk-in closet that is on the left of my bed. And there are knowable reasons as to why the closet remains doorless. I have no television in my room, however, we do at our living room and entertainment/ recreation room, but I do not wish to have one in my chambers. My only entertainment is within my music, and I have at the far wall my hanged guitar and violin in my room.
Ever since I have came from school, Anna and my parents took me to this room and comforted me until my whimpers diminished. They brought me my tea and laid with me, and I felt very safe by just laying with them. They shared their warmth and through it was as if they were there to share my pain and distress. No one spoke, until I said that I was tired and they calmly left, but left me with kisses upon my cheeks and Mother stroking my forehead. It calmed me and warmed my heart to have a family to care so much, me who was a burden. I feel that I am a burden to them, but they changed my view of myself when they showed adoration and care for me and made sure that I was alright. I could not have been more blessed than now with a loving family.
However, that name has intrigued me and stuck to my thoughts as a starfish upon a rock...Jack Frost.
I know the lad had meant no harm, even with Anna saying otherwise, but I know that Jack unintentionally said those words not even knowing what harm it will bring me. He does not know of my past, but in our Audio class our teacher did mention about my adoption. Even with that information distributed, Jack would have never performed any actions to lead one into a depressed state. When I saw him outside our car window, I saw a boy who is lost. A lost boy who only craves for company of others, who never seems to smile or know how to. He seemed... lonely.
