Storms POV
We walk back to my house, no one speaks till we get to the door.
" Hey, just so you know my house is kinda messy," i say with a warning voice
" Messy? ha you shouldve seen what i did to my room," she giggles
I look at her strangly
"ill explain when we get inside, its cold out here," she says
I turn around unlock and open the door. We walk in together.
" You want a tour?" i ask looking over my sholder at her.
" i would love a tour," she smiles at me, i know its fake but she said we talk about it later so i wont push it. i just nod my head.
We walk into my tiny living room.
"soo this is the living room, To your right is the bathroom to the left is my fathers room," i explain
we walk to the kitchen
" this is my kitchen and laundry room, and if we walk up the stairs you will see my lovely room and another bathroom," we walk up the stairs to my room.
she looks around at my band posters and book shelfs
"youre right it is lovely," she says looking back at me, i blush.
"sooo i should explain why i texted you at 9:00 at night asking you to get me," she says with a sigh
" that would be nice," i point to the bed, she sits down.
" Okay well, when i got inside my house i ran right to the bathroom to check out my amazing new hair," she says with a smile, but the smile leaves as soon as it came and she goes on ", well then i heard the front door open so i run to my room and i looked around at my walls and floor and saw everything i had been pretending to be for as long as i can remember so i began to rip things off my walls, once i finshed doing that i went to my closet and saw all the clothes that belonged on a body of anyone other then me, so i started to rip the clothes off the hangers and then...my mom came in," Vanitys eyes started to tear up ", she looked so mad she picked up a picture and ask why i couldnt be who i was in the picture, and i told her that i wasnt who i wanted to be, and she slapped me and told me that i will be who she wanted me to be, she asked why i couldnt be like my sister," she stops talk and looks at her hands then says ", she asked why my sister died instead of me, and i said i ask myself the same thing everyday," by then she was sobbing. i pulled her into a hug and she cried in to my chest.
she finally stopped crying after about 10 mins.
"im sorry," she whispers into my shirt.
i kiss her head
"dont be," i say into her hair
"my mom wants me to be perfect," she say starting to cry again
i quiet her and say " the defination of perfection coming from the mouths of the imperfect can never be truly perfect,"
we are quiet from a bit, her breathing becomes softer.
i look down to see her asleep, i feel myself become tried so i lay us down and fall asleep.
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hope you guys like it
-Adely ^_^
