Every story has multiple points of view. I am a grotesque, gruesome creature in the eyes of the terrible. Painful insults are tossed at me like darts. But without a board. Point and aim straight to my heart. But every story has multiple points of view.
My life is a story which is seen differently in each individual's judging eyes. Whether their views on me are negative or positive. I feed off them. Every story has multiple points of view, but I choose to only pay attention to one. One that is life changing. The infamous me, rises anew, as I am finally given the chance, by that unique individual.
All it took was a smile and like the domino effect, the remainder of my walls were knocked down. I am no one until you know me. Which Jacob Harding was able to do, j.h. huh.
It doesn't take much to make one happy, so when something so simple is sent your way you fall asleep at night ecstatic, because it's okay.
Whoever said, “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you.” is full of it.
Because why did the those vulgar words stab me multiple times in the chest, disregarding my feelings, leaving me an unbearable pain on the inside. But everyone seemed to be amused by my displeasure, my sadness and self-hatred.
When I couldn't take it anymore he was there. He brightened up the darkness other's seemed to have forced upon me.
A set of pearly whites, because all they had to do was get to know me, the real me, and he gave me a chance.
He saw behind the mask I was born with, the mask that kept the real me from showing. The thirteen year old girl who loved to sing and play piano, revealed.
He grabbed my hand and helped me out of my pit of despair and stayed with me!
Suddenly I couldn't hear what they all had to say. We lived happily, the princess and her savior, life partners.
Smiles never left our faces, I was finally free, free from the world’s freedom. Amusement parks’ flashy lights blinded us, it was pure bliss.
So when the natural, inevitable darkness began to cloud my sight I sighed. The fun was over, but his smile appeared, before everything stopped. The line ran smooth and I drifted off into dreamland happy and refreshed.
His smile was always there to help, it never left.
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Words Can Hurt Me, But Stones Will Heal Me
Short StoryThose who seek a chance, are often rewarded with the unwanted attention.