Hang In There.

Part 12

   If I have to describe my friendship with my three trusty ghosts in a sentence it will be; 5 Seconds Of Summer. I'm the mix of the foursome, I'm a bit of Ash, a whole Australia of Michael, a spark of Calum and a sprinkle of Luke. Yeah, that's me. I mean, I got a little mix of Australian flowing in my blood so  what not. I love and love Australia, of course, my relatives who lives there would talk in an Australian accent while I talk in a British accent which doesn't even makes senses. I love bass but I play the guitar and I'm in love with drummers. I was born and raised in Malaysia, yes Malaysia. It's a cool country with economies growing slowly. I don't fly the economy, do I look like one? Anyway, that's enough facts about me for now. Oh, did I told you that I have a Pakistani mix? No? Oh, okay. The more you know. I'm wasting your time, eh? Sorry, love you guys. Happy reading! Lots of Love, Wina xx (there's gonna be some of P.O.V's changes in the middle of the part)  

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      "Yeah, your dreams. What do you want to do in the future? Your ambition, maybe. Tell me everything."  He said, stroking my hair. I can hear his heartbeats, the music to my ears. I took a couple of minutes before finally responding at his question. I took a long breath and exhaled it,

    "I only have one dream that I've been following since I was a little girl, who doesn't even knows the meaning of darkness. That time my heart was bright and colourful, I don't even know how to stay quiet those days. I was always happy and everything happens to be nice on me. I was not aware that's a hurricane was coming. My world turned upside down and my heart turned cold. I got trapped in the bubble of darkness with scary demons taking over my body. My parents started fighting when Thomas was around six. I was old enough to remember and understand the whole situation. Tommy got all scared and ran into my room with fresh tears in his eyes. He cried and cried and cried in my arms. I couldn't hold the tears anymore, so they sprung out. As I grew older, I started drawing. The one that I think is nice, I sell them for a few hundred pounds. One day, I found out that I'm suffering from Depression Problems. I don't tell my parents about it, I only told Thomas and he kept it as a secret between us but, Mum found out about it after she and Dad sent me to the psychiatrist. She gave me some pills that send me to sleep. Prozac or whatever it's called. I don't like it because of the side effects. The mood swings, my mouth getting dried and stuffy nose. And sometimes, I get drowsy from it." I inhaled some air and Ken looked down at me. My head is nicely rested on his chest and he keep stroking my hair. Why am I being so honest? Is it because I'm drunk or I just can't hold it back in anymore? Probably the combination of both. Before any words could come out from his mouth I continued, I looked up at him and said,

"Then one day, a good looking brunette with beautiful green eyes entered my life. He introduced himself as Kendrick Hudson. His long legs strolled over to the empty seat next to me. And he started off with a 'Hey, I'm Ken.' but, I was feeling crappy that day and I answered with the classic 'I know.' I felt bad afterwards so I told him my name. Morgan Ludshey. He complimented my name which I was confused at first. It's just Morgan. It's not like Ashley or Georgia or Veronica. It's just Morgan. I told him his eyes are beautiful and it is indeed. I blushed like mad when he said mine was prettier. He followed me around the whole school session and at first, I thought he's just some creepy guy but then, he looked over my art and he said something like ' you're hurt inside just like me.' and I was confused. He told his background and our stories were more and less similar. I wondered the whole week, how can an angel like Kendrick Hudson been hurt. Why would someone have the heart to hurt him? A few days later, we became friends. He texted me every day. The cute good morning's and the goodnight's. I love it when he got all concern over me. When I cried in front of him for the first time he keeps on telling everything will be okay over and over again. Although, I'm sick of that word. Why? Because every time Mum said it, she would guarantee it. She will try her best to make everything back to normal but, Dad would act like an arse. I hate him so much, he made things worse. Mum would cry every single night at his yells and screams. Curses and tears. I lost my way in life, I started drinking and drag on a few sticks of cigarettes. I would cry myself to sleep every night. But, God still loves me. He sent me an angel and it's you. That angel turned my world upside down, bring colours to my black and white world. His wings spread every time he flies in the clouds, they are wonderful. I never knew that he noticed my scars before. Yes, they're fresh and new. And I wonder what would I do if he never came into my life? Will I be abused by Sam Badford? Would I commit suicide? Who knows, he's my saviour. He grab my hand and pull me out of reality. His beautiful smile, the Sunshine Smile. I love him, I love you,"