Sadness Inside

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Let me give a brief introduction.

My name is Myra Williams, a 16 year old studying in a normal high school in London. I was born here, and raised here by my dad after my mum's death. I only had my dad and he only had me in our little house. My father was undergoing depression after my mother died, so he was sent to the rehab for seven months. While he was there, that was when my 17 year old brother took care of me. I suppose I annoyed him too much with my childish acts and made him migrate to LA after my dad was alright.

My dad wasn't okay.

We didn't talk like we used to. We didn't play around like we used to. He doesn't joke around with me anymore. After my mum's death, our family broke apart. And why?

Because of me.

Sometimes I think of my mum and how I didn't really knew her. All I knew was she had brunette hair like mine and her eyes were blue. She would tuck me into bed every night. She had a beautiful singing voice, I probably took up music because of her. She would sing me to sleep and read me a bedtime story.

I couldn't really remember why I went missing.

All I remembered was, I was staring at the Ferris wheel in a fair. I remember letting go of my mum's hand while I stared at how colourful it was. After when I stopped day dreaming, she wasn't anywhere around. I was lost and I couldn't remember what happened after that.

Until after three days, a woman with blonde hair and a shopping bag saw me wondering around alone. She found my dad's number in my little pink Hello Kitty bag that I was carrying and called him up. She was the one who brought me home. I was too late when my mum died. My dad was depressed. And my brother was expressionless.

When I was five, I went to my first kindergarten class and that was where I met my very first friend,  Freddie Jansen. We were so close, I knew everything about him. My dad even called him my boyfriend.

I never knew what a boyfriend really meant at that time.

We were in the same school in elementary, but we separated when we entered high school. He would visit me twice a week and sometimes every day. I never really understand why he would do that after I told him I never wanted to see him again.

"Why would I do that, Myra?" Fred would ask me every time when I tell him to go away. I didn't tell him why because even though I wanted him to go, I still cared for him because he was my friend. And avoiding him would prevent me from hurting him.

I stayed in my room most of the time with my pink guitar. I wrote songs which mainly talked about my life. I wouldn't call my voice nice, but I enjoyed singing. At times, I could cry even singing a song. I wasn't very religious. I didn't express my feelings through God. I express them through music, and through singing.

I only came down to see my dad during dinner. He worked from six in the morning, and only comes out during dinner. I didn't want to spend too much time with him before I make any more mistakes.

Basically, I was home alone most of the time, besides the days when Fred decides to visit me.

It was a normal Sunday morning. My dad was in his office writing his book while I was in my room, staring out of the window thinking of what I was going to do today. It was going to be another usual day.

Until my dad came in my room, changing my plans for the day to just have a normal alone day.

"Freddie came to see you, darling," he opened my door slowly, peeking at me. He knew I was always alone. He knew I was avoiding my friends. I never told him why I was, but I knew that he knew. He gave me a pitiful smile and Fred came in my room.

"Hey there, flower," Fred had a nickname for me. I didn't really understood why he called me that, but he told me the first time he saw me in pre-school, I was playing around a bunch of flowers.

"Hi, Fred," I said, still looking out the window.

"Why so gloomy?" he came closer, and sat beside me looking out the window with me.

"Why are you here, Fred?" I asked him, trying to make him go away. Maybe if he hated me, he'd go away.

He sighed and turned to look at me, "Because I'm your friend, Myra."

I looked at him and locked eyes with his gorgeous grey-ish blue eyes, and looked away again.

"I have no friends. I'm not supposed to."

He got up and walked around the room. He strummed my guitar and I decided to watch what he was doing.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

He smiled to himself and looked at me, "Follow me."

I rolled my eyes, "Where?"

"Come on, let's go out for branch," he winked at me.

Before I could refuse, he pulled my hands towards my door and I was outside with someone after a long long time.

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A/N: I'm so sorry if this chapter is draggy and boring but thank you so much for reading. Vote/share/give me feedback so about it! Love ya guys, x

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