"Constantly, consistently, continually, you." - perry poetry
You have to be careful with secrets. Sometimes you think things are best kept unsaid, until it feels so heavy that it won't let you sleep at night.
For Bella Stone, her secret wasn't that...
It was all I ever got at school ever since my parent's passed away. Everyone acted so timid around me, as if I was a thin piece of ice that would crack under the slightest touch.
Nobody really talked to me anymore unless they had to, their excuse was that they didn't want to get in the way of me "trying to heal." I knew the truth.
I didn't mind it, though. I had Damon and that was all I really needed. If you asked me, there was too much drama in high school so the less friends you had, the better.
I really didn't want to go to school. I never did but I knew the fake smiles would be harder to convey today.
After I had a long, warm shower and brushed my teeth, I put on an old pair of ripped blue jeans and a casual maroon coloured blouse. I slipped on my Converse sneakers, tied the laces and then applied a small amount of mascara to my lashes so I looked somewhat alive. I wasn't the most fashionable person in the world.
Glancing outside my window, I sighed. It was still gloomy but the rain was lighter.
I gathered up my journal and my laptop from my bed and stuffed them into my Tuscany black leather backpack, glancing at the clock - 6:58 A.M.
Shit! I missed the bus. I clenched my fists, I hated walking to school. I always had to walk passed them..
I pulled on my light grey sweater, swung my backpack over my shoulders and put my arms through the straps. I lifted the hood of my sweater over my head to shield myself from the rain and I headed downstairs.
Like always, Damon had left a small, brown note waiting for me taped on to the front door, "Chin up, Bells. Only a few more months til graduation. - Damon x"
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I rolled my eyes and bit the inside of my cheek as I felt the edges of my lips pulling up into a slight smile. Taking the note off the door, I opened my bag and grabbed my journal. Hoping the tape had enough tackiness left to stick to a page, I placed it gently inside and put my journal back in my bag. He probably didn't even realize that I kept all of his silly notes..
Pulling my keys off the hook beside the door, I turned the knob and walked outside.
The rain had slowed with now only the rare bead that fell here and there, the sun shining. The trees that lined the streets leaned into the sun's rays as if they were lovers in an eternal trance.
Nature was so captivating to me - something that my dad had instilled in me since I was young. "Nature always wears the colours of the spirit." He used to say that to me every time we took a walk to our favourite hideout spot. He believed we were one with the earth, with the universe. That I was a tiny universe, and so was he and everyone around us. That each person made up a tiny universe inside of a large universe and so on. I had always known how beautiful the world was because of him, but it wasn't until he left that I started seeing the world through his eyes.
