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Confessions

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CONFESSIONS

   I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I had cuts all over my face. I pulled up my sleeve very slowly.

   Not because I was scared of what I would find but because it hurt so much. It wasn't just a cut, it was a lot more than that. It was black and red and really bleeding.

    It was disgusting. I couldn't look at it, so I just walked to my room. They didn't take anything.

    I walked over to my desk and looked around. I saw my mirror, my jewelry box, the box I used to travel, and my picture of my mom.

     I looked at it. I picked it up like it was the last thing I'll ever hold. My mom used to help me when I needed a hug. I always did though because I was afraid of the world. I was afraid of what I might find. When my mom disappeared I had to put those fears aside and be brave like I was meant to be. But now, all those feelings are coming back again. I put the picture down.

    What am I gonna do? I thought I had no one before, but now I really have no one. I think about what I should do. Should I call the police? No, when they find out I’m living alone they'll put me in a foster home. They wouldn't believe me anyway. Then, I guess I'm on my own. I walk out of my room and walk back to my dad's room. I see the claw marks on the bed. I see the blood stain on the rug. I see my dad being taken away right in front of me. I couldn't believe he was gone. It was awful. The pain was too much. I didn't know what else to do.

     I ran back to my room and grabbed my guitar. Yes, I do have one. Believe it or not, when I'm upset I grab my guitar and usually make up a stupid song to cheer me up. It always helps. I sat down on my bed, staring out the window. I started to play. “I'm all alone. And that's why I'm singing this song. My dad was taken by a werewolf, who I'm pretty sure tried to hit on me but. It's alright now.

   Well, actually not really. My dad could be dead, and so could my mom, and so could brother, and so could I soon with loss of food and water and I don't have a well-paying job and I don't want to move in with a foster family and I'm pretty sure I'm friends with a werewolf. Or two, or three, of actually like six of them of them but that's not the point here. While I'm singing this, I'm thinking about Camp Rock 2 when Nick Jonas sung to that girl he liked and it was a really stupid song like this one. And I'm not sure what else to say, I'm just really sad now.

   My dad could be dead, and I'll probably die from starvation. But maybe. He'll come for me. That cute little werewolf, will come to protect me. He'll climb through the window. Just like Edward did to Bella but this one's actually hot. And he'll do that bad boy thing and I'll smile at his stupidity. But which one am I talking about?

   Bryce or Jaylen?” I stopped playing. I was laughing before, but then it became serious at the last part. Was it true? Which one was I talking about? I breathed out heavily and plopped down backwards on my bed. “I just don't know anymore,”

   I stared up at the ceiling, seeming do ficsated on the white nothingness staring right back at me.

    The tears started rolling and I couldn't stop them. This was my chance, no one was around. I could cry all I wanted. And so I did. I cried and cried. Letting myself drown in the ocean of tears and sorrow. Until I had no more tears left.

I so wish I could swim in a pool of jello. Wouldn't you?