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

The Stanger With The Blue Eyes

Daniel

Eighteen..........

"Oh god sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going. Here- I-sorry!" The man babbled out, towards spilling his drink down a woman's white dress she had long curly, brown hair, similar to the man's but she laughed shyly.

"No it's fine! It's my fault I wasn't looking, I'm a bit clumsy." She giggled and the man grabbed some napkins, dabbing them onto the stained dress as he looked up and their eyes met and she smiled while he chuckled nervously.

"Again, I'm sorry about you're dress." He stuttered but smiled as he rose, as they locked eyes with each other and she giggled.

"It's alright, I never really liked this dress anyways." She smiled nervously playing with the strap of her dress.

"Erm sorry, where are my manners?" The man with the brown hair chuckled, holding out his hand.

"I'm Micheal, Micheal Weston." He smiled and the girl giggled shaking his hand.

"I'm Harriet, Harriet Mathews." She smiled as they held hands for a while but then the man nervously pulled away and scratched the back of his neck nervously.

This was the exact moment my parents met, I sometimes would go back to that day and hide behind a brick wall while watching the moment where my parents were teenagers and fell in love, well in THEIR words they fell in love at that moment. I don't know if I believe it or not but I just like watching how they met.

I stood there hiding behind a wall, trying hard not to be seen by anybody in the past because that could effect things in the future seeing me.

Fourteen years ago I found out I had this gift, well. What my dad called a gift but to me; it's a curse.

I only go back to relive and see various moments of my life, the rest I don't want to remember. I'll go back and look at nice ones like; the day I met Melanie, the day my parents first took me to the cinema when I was little, or the day Miles was born at home and I was hiding in the living room while my mum, dad and midwife were upstairs and I remember being terrified to go up there.

I sometimes go back then and look back. Other than that I don't even want to think of the others, some are so painful to re-live it gives me nightmares when I think about them.

I was now eighteen, and life wasn't any better for me. Sure, I have my best friend supporting me and always being there for me, me parents loved me and Miles always looked up to his big brother and he loved spending time with me.

But school was a wreck for me, when I was a kid the guys would just tease me and push me down.

You wanna know what they do now? Punch me and kick me where it hurts until Jack makes up a lie saying that somebody was coming to get them to leave me alone.

I know Jack doesn't want to hurt me or do any of that horrible stuff, and I owe that to him. He's not a bad guy, just in the wrong crowd and can have a good life if he finds someone he fits in with.

Unlike those little fucks who beat me black and blue and then sneer at me by calling me a 'faggot' or 'gay'.

I've given up on telling mum and dad, they can't do anything because they'll never stop. So whenever I get a bloody nose or black eyes, thankfully I get home before them and then clean myself up and apply my mums foundation to my eye to get rid of the black ring around it, and then go and pick up Miles from school.