Little Monsters

Wiped Tears

"What?" Brice says shocked and laughing as of it were a joke. "What do you mean something's wrong with you?" "Your pretty, smart, and popular. Your the same as everyone else so why would you think something like that. Your perfect." He says to me spinning in my computer chair throwing a water bottle in the air and catching it. I stare at the window in front of my face as I'm sitting on the end of my bed. I have no words. I just stare, I don't know what to do or how to do whatever it is im trying to do because I don't even know what that is. "Havs?" Brice asked concerned. "I'm sorry if I said something." He tells me still concerned looking at me. Tears were forming in the bottom of my eyes. "Haven are you ok, I can call your mom."
  I let go. I bursts into tears falling on the floor crying and having no idea what I'm crying about. I feel Brice's presence pick me up off the floor and hold me in his lap. I just cry and cry and hear Brice saying it's ok. I look up to see him looking straight forward at my wall and see a tear roll down his cheek because he's never seen me this way. "Shhh it's ok I got you." But it's not. It's been a little while and my parents don't get home till late. I wake up still in Brice's lap noticing I took a nap. My eyes feel heavy like iv been crying forever and I turn to see Brice on his phone and petting my silky brown hair. "Your awake." He says as his breath hitches and lays his phone down. "Yeah, I'm sorry you had to see me-" I say before I am cut off. "Haven.. what was that?" He asked like he is really truely listening to me. So I took my chances because this will probably be the first and last time I will ever feel like someone is listening to me. "Iv been hiding something." I say looking up at the ceiling just saying if as confident as I can. "What have .. you been hiding Haven?" He asked scared, suspicious and interested. I sit up and look back at him. "I need you to promise me something Brice." I say looking him straight in the eye as serious as I can be. "Haven you know that nobody is supposed to keep secrets and make pro-"  he says like he knows what he's talking about. "Listen to me Brice, if you want to know MY secret; Then I need you to promise me." I say. "Ok ok what is it." He says. "I need you to promise me you want tell- you CANT tell anyone Brice anyone." "I promise, you have my full trust." He says and he seems as he is really listening. I get up and sit on the end of my bed.
"Brice, iv been having weird thoughts ever since the beginning of middle school and were sophomores in high school now." "What do you mean weird thoughts?" He asks. "When we were little I just thought it was normal for me to be this way-" I say cutted off. "What way Haven?" He asks seriously. "But as I got older the thoughts got thicker. Different thoughts Brice. Everyone is supposed to want the same thing and like the same stuff but.. I never did I never wanted the same things as the rest did when I was little and in Jr .High I was always ahead of others in the class and I always got in trouble for it. I was told that my creativity was to much and that I needed to sit down and I just felt out. I had gotten in so much trouble home and out of home from thinking different from everyone else. I was punished and hit by security because they thought I was dangerous to the rest of the class so they gave me extra help in another class room with only one student and that was me. So ever since then, of getting punished and being told to stop acting like this. I had no idea what I was being punished for. I had to learn to blend in with everyone else. I had to score lower on test. I had to use less imagination in other things. I had to do everything the opposite of what I would've actually done. I was alone and felt like the only one in our whole city who is different. And now I'm older, the thoughts are stronger and I'm stronger and they grow stronger. Just thoughts of me and I don't know where they come from. Just weird, sad and hurtful thoughts that I know no one else has or feels; and I also know that every second as I'm talking they get stronger and more intimidating. I'm scared of myself Brice." I just see Brice looking at the floor below him as if he was ashamed or if he was thinking. "Can't you see that I'm not the same as everyone else?" I say tearing up. "And you know what they would do to me if anyone found out." I say tearing up even more. "Please say something Brice." I say blurting out some of my words from tears. Brice just keeps looking down.  I  squint my eyes closed and all of the tears roll down my face as they are closed so I can block out everything that just happened. I let out soft sighs of crying and crying noises of my raspy voice. I then feel Brice's hand lay on my hand on the side of me. I look at him and see the look on his face that tells me I'm safe and my secret is too.
  Brice stayed over tonight. It wasn't  weird with my parents  because we've stayed with each other since we were little and here no ones expects anything freaky to happen with anyone underage because everyone is supposed to wait till marriage. He usually sleeps on the floor anyways. But I feel something different tonight. I feel relived and safe. I can sleep tonight.