No Untold Secret

And So it Begins

What is a secret? A secret is something that is meant to be left unknown and unseen, but what happens when a secret is no longer a secret but a publically known fact? Sometimes, feelings are spared, like when a girl finds out that she is only being used to hide the fact that a guy isn't actually into her but is using her as a facade so that people won't find out that he's gay and in love with his best friend, like popular belief. But sometimes, through revealing a secret, chaos ensures. This one I didn't get until I wrecked my own family when I found out that on the side of work, my dad was still an alcholic and obsessive gambler who fucked his secretary, who, lucky for them, couldn't get pregnant, in both my mom and dad's room. My mom had suspected such, but she could never find the evidence that supports her claim, so she sent her ten year old with a knack for finding out people's secrets to sleuth around a bit. How could she predict that her daughter would not only find the evidence but that she'd have words with the sheriff about her father's after dark activities and illegal activities to get her father locked up and both of the women would be under the scrutiny of their small town?

It still didn't make up for the yelling that had followed the ludicrous vengeful act that I had conducted after finding out my dad's secrets, after all, it was what drove me to the forest that night to find huge tree and a knife in her stomach as she fell before the tree. I should've died that night, but, instead, I lived and gained a gift or a curse. If I thought I was good at solving mysteries and uncovering secrets then, I must be beyond incredible at it now that all of a person's secrets get revealed to me through touch and sometimes eye contact now. I should be happy, my dreams were fulfilled the night I got the ability to find out people's dirty little secrets to prevent me or my mom or anyone else who didn't deserve the pain brought on by some secrets, but I wasn't happy. Life was boring. My first date, when I was thirteen, ended up with me falling asleep at the dinner table of the restaraunt because, not only did I know about the pranksters a few tables over that were friends of my date's were supposed to jump out and talk about how a guy like him, part of the in crowd, could never go for an attention seeking freak like me, but I knew everything about this guy that I hadn't already and was bored, so why stick around? By the time they were supposed to be jumping out and going on about how inadequate I was, I was already out the door. Of course, he thought I was on the phone with my aunt who had frontal temporal dementia, little did he know that she had died months ago. 

The point is, life is dull without secrets and mysteries to solve, which is why it brought a new found excitement in me when the Elite, especially Damian Kings, arrived in my small town of Dahlonega, Georgia at Mystic Georgia High (MGH). 

I walked through the halls, my books tightly crushed against my chest as I weaved my way around strangers with my head faced down, careful not to make eye contact even though I was wearing sunglasses. No one really noticed me which was just the way I liked it. No one could draw attention to me by shouting my name in the halls, and that was what's best. As long as I stayed out of everyone's way, I'd be left alone, encased in my bubble of security. Of course, I was never that lucky, and I ended up getting shoved backwards on the first day of my junior year.  

This person must not have gotten the message that if someone made contact with me they were supposed to avoid me like the plague or take up the face of one of those bullies that pretended that them running into you was your fault. I thought I'd help the new guy out, even though he probably didn't deserve it, like most of the filthy people at my school didn't deserve good things to happen to them, even though that didn't stop good things from happening to them anyways. But when I went to walk away in silence after standing up from where I had fallen in the middle of the hallway because of the new guy, my wrist was grabbed and I was stopped from making a haste exit and from stopping the downfall of his reputation provided by humiliation. The people in the hallways went dead silent.