Left In The Dark

Chapter 19: Sweaty Palms

Mark's POV

I really want to hear Karli's songs, she said she also writes poems. She's so good at everything, that she just has to be good at writing also.

I can't wait to see her again. After I found out that she writes, I wouldn't stop asking her to see them. I begged and begged. I was hoping that I could just annoy it out of her, but nope. She's stubborn as a rock, maybe even more.

She has no weakness.

I tried everything.

Seduction.

Bribes.

Begging.

Puppy dog eyes.

Reverse psychology.

Food.

Silent treatment.

Everything. She's good. I'm pretty sure she almost caved when I tried seducing her. Almost.

So close. Yet, so far.

Ugh. How can she resist me? People have tried, nobody succeeded.

It's not fair!

The first girl I genuinely like, doesn't fall for my shit.

Is this what they call karma? Well, if it is, o don't Caye much for it. At all. In fact, I just might hate those Yin and Yang fuckers. Their ruining my life.

Ugh.

Karli's POV

Oh my God, I almost cracked. Did he notice? When he started to try and seduce it out of me. In my mind, I was like, oh shit. He is fine as a piece of apple pie.

It was torture nobody has ever tried to seduce me. Ever. It felt.... Different. Yet, in it's own way, pleasant. It made me feel special. It might sound supper corny, but it really did.

I'm so weird.

I wonder if he likes me, as much as I like him.

No, bad Karli. You do not like him. Bad. Bad girl.

Yet, why couldn't I like him? He saved me. He helped me. He stock around, even though he saw my weakness.

He could be the one I've been waiting for since I was five.

My knight in shining armor.

The one who will save me.

The one who won't give up on me. No matter what.

He could eventually love me. For exactly who I am.

No. How could somebody like him ever love me.

No way. No possible way.

He's most likely sticking around because he feels bad for me.

Maybe.

I sure hope not.

I would break.

Never again will I trust.

It's so hard for me to trust.

Yet, I trusted him immediately. How though? How did he do that? What's so different about him?

***

I was sitting on my comfortable bed, singing along with Sam Smith.

I love him, his voice is so soulful. He always inspires me when I write my poems and songs. Yet, Eminem always inspires me for my rap songs. He's really talented. His meaningful songs are remarkable. It makes you think about your life. What you can do to improve yourself. Well, that's how I see it.

Suddenly I'm inspired to write a song. A rap about how I feel. Something I go through every single day. Bullying. Something I feel so strong about.

I started writing my song. I love it. It really does show how I feel.

Ten minutes later I finish writing it, with my hand in pain from writing. I go through the song, getting a beat for it. Trying to find the best melody. When I should pause. When I speed up. When I slow down. When I should hold a note.

When I was done I was satisfied. I want insecure about it, at all. Maybe I can show this one to Mark.

What if he doesn't like it? What if he laughs? What if he burns my song book, just like he had?

My song book is my escape from this world. When I east to get away, I go outside somewhere secluded. Sometimes I even go across town. My favorite places though, is around nature. Where nobody can hurt me. The one place where I can be at peace.

I honestly don't think Mark would do any of those, but I'm scared. Nobody has ever heard my songs. My poems and songs are like a diary to me. So private.

I have never trusted anyone to even know that I write. I've always wanted to though. Maybe he's different. I actually really do trust him.

Yet, I don't know if I can trust him with the most important thing in my life. Probably my whole life.

Can I trust Mark with my life?

Can I take this huge leap of faith?

Can I finally trust somebody, completely? With my whole soul? My whole being?

Well shit.

I've made up my mind.

Mark's POV

Karli told me to go to her house after school. I wasn't reluctant at all.

The whole damn day I was wondering what was so important. I sure hope it wasn't another pickle that "looks like Sam Smith". That was weird. Cause it actually did look like him.

Ugh. My plans are sweaty for some reason. I walk up her driveway while wiping off my palms. I stop at the door and hesitantly knock at the door. I couldn't believe my eyes when she opened the door...