Unveiling Secrets

Emotional Roller Coaster

A/N: Okay, so this chapter is going to be so short. The kind of short that makes you have the urge to go straight to my address and knock some sense into me. But hey! At least I updated. And that's important, right? Don't forget to comment and click that vote button.

Disclaimer: Sorry to disappoint but I don't have a son named Haley Riordan nor do I own a company that makes famous animes like Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles.

Sometimes, I feel more of a loner in a room full of people who does not know the real me than I feel when I'm on my own.

Jasmine's P.O.V.

'What would it be like to spend the rest of your life with someone who can wash away your troubles with just one smile? That when every time you wonder why you keep on living and letting yourself be affected by the pains inflicted by the harsh reality when in the end, you would just die anyway and your sacrifices would be all for nothing but just looking at him/her and you already knew the reason why.

I'm a very complicated girl. I particularly dislike reading those sappy romance novels but I want to experience my very own happily ever after. To be with someone who can and will stay by my side even if I act so bitchy and unlikeable in general. Who knows the real me, not that person who keeps to herself most of the time at school nor the person who constantly feels rebellious and bold when restricted from doing something and yet, still maintains the bubbly and cheerful attitude.

Each time I look at the stars, I feel envious. I know that's a funny thing to say, considering that they're not even alive, but I can't help myself from wanting to feel how it would be like to have your own significance in the world. Together with the moon, they light up the path of those who are lost. It would have felt nice to know that when you finally pass on, someone would say, "Hey! Isn't she the one who became the new president?" or "Her love life is so romantic! I wish mine will be the same as hers!", but we can't always have what we want. And at least for them, they're always surrounded by their fellow stars so no one would be left out. If only life could be that simple.

True, you can escape the truth for a few moment. Moments too precious you can't even describe it in one word. But then, the cold reality comes barging in, unwelcomed. You remember that you are a loner, destined to wander the world, haunted by the feeling of not knowing your purpose in life.

You know, I'm not very dramatic. Maybe my life is just so messed up that I'll do anything just to find an escape. I don't even know who I am anymore. The friendless loser or the rebellious teen? I don't know… Not anymore… All I want –no, need- is for everyone to know that I'm just supposed to be a normal teenager with normal problems, not someone who experiences these kind of thoughts. But I'm afraid to disappoint the few friends I only have.

I don't know what to do… Help me, please.'

I closed it and stared emptily at the wall. My hand clenched and unclenched as tears started to form in my eyes. What will I do now? I don't want to ask my friends again, remembering the last it happened. They just laughed it off, scolding me for being so dramatic. They just didn't understand. Obviously, since they have no trouble fitting in and having to act like a completely different person just so everyone will accept you.

That's the common problem us, teenagers, face this days. Fitting in. I once saw this movie about a girl who wants to be friends with the school's popular girls and ended up doing out-of-the-way things just to be included in that group. I think the title was 'The Clique'. Realizing what I was doing, I gave a humorless laugh. Here I am, having an emotional moment while thinking about a movie I saw at the same time? Geez. I really am unique.

"Honey! Breakfast is ready."

Walking like a robot in front of my mirror, I stared hard at my reflection. After a second, a smiling face answered back. But the eyes told a different story. Pain. Insecurity. Sadness. Anger. All the negative emotions that you could possibly think of.

What did I say earlier? …Right, dramatic and emotional. But the next thing you know, I'll be really sarcastic and bite your head off. I really should consider Mom's offer on my getting a therapist. It looks like I need it.

I spared a glance at my diary that is sprawled messily on my bed. I tidied it up absently with my mind elsewhere, thinking about some… stuff. Nodding my head in acceptance in the now clean room, I faced the door and took a deep, shuddering breath.

"You can do this, Jasmine Lee Davies," I whispered. It's true. I can totally do this. It's just like any other day in my life.

While opening the door, I can't help but hope that maybe, everything will change… and for the better. I don't know if I can handle any more of this.

"Coming, Mom!"

A/N: Jasmine's personality is based on someone I know really well. And unfortunately, their problems are also similar. . Please comment!