Better Off Alone✔

€hapter 7:

~Alex~

   Now I know I'll never have a chance with her. No matter how hard I could try she would never let someone in.
Not after that anyway.

   "Anyway, I shouldn't have brought that up. So, let's, Paris?"

   I hadn't notice that she was crying her eyes out, I was to caught up in my own thoughts.

  I tried to hold her and assure her that everything was going to work out. Everything would be okay.

  But she resisted my touch.

   "Why do you call me that? My name isn't Paris anymore, I will never accept that name!" She stated angrily.

  I could hear the faint grinding of her teeth as she held back mixed emotions.

  "Well, what do you go by?" I asked in a careful tone.

   "Rebel. Everytime people call me by my initial name, memories seem to esape their cage. The cage I had mentally shoved them in. They seem to seep through me and I can feel every horrid feeling that those memories hold. So, please, allow me to introduce myself. The name is Rebel, Rebel Sophia, and I'm a cold hearted, no good, white trash whore, and I'll take that any day. "

  With that she stood up and I watched as she walked in the pouring rain.

  Her pale white fingers running through her hair as she shoved the soaked substance away from her face.

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    I hadn't seen Rebel for the rest of that day.

  I had a gut twisting feeling that something was dreadfully wrong, but as always I shoved my feelings aside.

   Why bother with someone who didn't want you around to begin with?

  Plugging my ear buds in, I began to think about who I had become over the past year.

   At the beginning of High school, I was the captain of the basket ball team, had many friends and a pretty good life.

  I never worried about what was going to happen when I got home or the fear that everyone would turn against me, because I didn't have a reason to.

  But then mom died and my father didn't want anything to do with me, so he let his parents take custody.

   After my friends found out about the situation, they didn't want anything to do with me.

  What friends they were, right?

   So, I pretty much became really depressed after that. Who wouldn't though?

    When you find out that your parents don't want anything to do with you, you practically give up on trying to care.

    But my story doesn't go along like others do, I had never hurt myself or tried to commit suicide. I never really understood why any one would do it in the first place, I still don't.

   Why kill yourself and let everyone who holds grudges against you get what they want.

   You can do something so amazing with your life and do a ton better than what your parents ever did for you, why throw it all away?

   I solemnly promise I will never give in to my thoughts. 

   What Alex didn't know was that

   ¤Promises
       Are
          Meant
             To
                Be
                  Broken¤