"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." ~Anaîs Nina
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Hey Readers! This is my second story. Unfortunately, my first story, "I Thought I Knew You" got deleted. The entire story was deleted. Gone. So in place of that story I decided to start a new story. And if you did not read the title, shame on you, but the title of my new story is "Our Love Lies Between Lies." I started my fan fiction with a quote. This quote really goes over the entire story. Each chapter will be introduced or concluded with a quote like the one above. So I'm done rambling now, so read on, and I really hope you enjoy it.
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Hi, my name is Zionaé [zahy-uhn-nay] Portia Lee, but my family and friends calls me Zion for short. I'm 15 years old. I love to dance, but never in crowds. I sing too, but in the shower only. I can draw a little, and I play the clarinet. I guess you can say I'm 'talented,' but I see no purpose in talent if no one knows about it. I guess you can say I'm shy, actually that is the perfect word to explain a girl like me.
I'm shy because I've been teased, for many reasons. In elementary school I was teased because I had a lazy eye, and I always had to wear my glasses. When I approached the fifth grade, my lazy eye fortunately disappeared, only after tedious eye therapy classes. Then in the beginning of middle school I was very plump, and of course I got taunted for that. Shit, I was taunted for everything, every imperfection, and everything perfection, all by the same girl...TaTiana McCoy. TaTiana was a obnoxious, nasty, abominable, brutal and cruel person. She made me despise life and living, from time to time I thought about ending my life. I always thought self destruction was the answer to my cries and prayers. But after speaking with umpteen therapist, and numerous counselors, my decision was changed.
The summer prior to my seventh grade year, I was determined to lose all that extra weight. And that's precisely what I did. I lost all this weight. I was happy, I was content with my new and approved body. Once I reached my freshman year in high school, boys started to look at me more, and talk to me more. That made me really euphoric and I felt like I was somebody and I didn't have to be afraid to speak out. But that did not change my personality, I'm just that type of shy person, always has been always will be.
"All my life I have been looking for something, and every where I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accept their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself." ~Ralph Ellison
Now, in my sophomore year in high school I walk down the hall, without saying a word to anyone. Fearing that I would say the wrong thing to the wrong person. I hate my school. I just moved to California from New York, last month. I know, I know! Such a drastic change. I'm now living in the "Ring Of Fire." Oh goodie! Doesn't that sound completely safe? I loved New York, but I kind of wanted out, but now that I have removed myself from my comfort zone. I hate myself. I moved for the want of a new life and my moms job.
She's a director, so she travels. She works with plenty of artist on their music videos. But she just got this amazing offer with Mindless Behavior to do their upcoming album "All Around The World." I am a fan, but I am not all crazy like some of those maniacal girls. Tomorrow is the last day of school before the winter break. So this break is going to be insane, my mother is going to turn into a complete lunatic and no one and nothing who be able to soothe her during this time besides drinking. Yes, my mother is an alcoholic and I'm too nervous to talk about it. Some situations are worst than others. I remember this one time when she had way too much to drink and she was almost demoniac.
