Could it be helped

Secrets that end.

Another story for you.

Next chapter will be about fears.

The age of 9.

We had a maid. She listened to loud music, something that through off my mind leaving me uncomfortable with her. The only time I would talk to her is when she would ask how my day was. Gradually over time I began to tell her more. Secrets we called them. She would tell me some that I will never forget, and I did the same. I trusted her. Maybe the first person. I thought of her as more than any of my other playmates or family.

One day she disappeared. I couldn't tell you how or why because I do not remember. No date, no reasoning, no goodbye. Gone. She left with all the secrets. The laughs and smiles left too. She shared with me the most interesting view on the world.

Don't trust anyone. The day I told her I trusted her she got mad and told me not to me such a child.
It was hard for me to understand that... How could people be unstable enough for me not to trust them? The more I thought of it. The more it impacted me.

That's it. People are unstable. Everyone is. I got angry, I didn't want to be like everyone else. How could she leave me to guard this "trust" I had for her, when she left I was so mad at her.

But how could I not be? She was the one who taught me to be different.

Now I listen to loud music.

Am I stable? I try.

Do I trust? Hell no.

Yours truly,

Boy