To The Ends Of The Earth (CURRENTLY UNDER RE-CONSTRUCTION)

Darkness

Darkness.

Its something that we see. Something that we can feel, something that can make us feel lost. Or alone in this cruel, horrid place we call our world.

I've always known I was different, ever since I was born I've always felt like an object. Instead of a person.

I'm scared of the dark, for many reasons. The main reason is that whenever I close my eyes, clench my fists and think of a specific place and time and open my eyes again.

I'm in a different place.

I was born with a gift.

Well, what people called a gift.

I always thought it was a curse. I've always been scared to close my eyes because when I open them I always end up in a different place.

My story is not like others. Some people have ordinary lives. They go to school, make friends, find their first job, graduate, get married and have kids, and then turn into shadows.

Mines not like that.

Everyone has a story, and I have one too.

I've always been alone. Depressed. Unwanted. Dead to the world.

I always wanted to disappear, leave this planet and never look back. Even if I did disappear no one would notice I would be gone, except my parents but.......... to be fair; I'm not sure my parents would be fussed.

I love my parents but, I've always felt like a shadow or an object around my mum. Like she didn't know I was there.

And as for my dad.

Well, he's the one that gave me this curse.

I always wanted to disappear, for the universe to slip down a dark hole and have me no longer exist.

Until. I met him.

This tall pale guy, with brown hair who would always sweep in his eyes and his tongue would stick out of his mouth whenever he would break a smile or laugh, the way he would wear skinny black jeans or colourful tops, his smile.............that smile would make my stomach twist and my heart drop whenever he would smile at me.

And his eyes, those bright blue beautiful eyes that made me feel like I was the only person on earth whenever I would stare into them. Making us feel like we were in a different world, a world were we wouldn't be judged or abused by anyone for being us.

How can one person change me completely? He made me feel wanted, and loved in ways that no one, not even my own parents would show me.

I loved this man who walked into my life, the one I was truly meant to be with. I can't describe in words what he's done for me.

People say that people can't change each other, and they'll always be the same and it's an impossible act to do. You can't change a person.

If you believe that, then you're wrong.

It's hard to believe that one man changed my life by introducing himself, and suggesting something that I agreed to participate in.

The pain I've been through all my life is unspeakable and horrible it gives me nightmares just thinking about it.

Everyone's got stories, even the scars on my arms each have a story.

One man walked into my life, and I finally found out who I really was.

If I had to say how it all began.

I might as well start here.................