Prodoigy

Chapter 2

Living with gabby is hell. She keeps asking about the series over and over. She's driving me insane. I try to keep myself busy whenever she's around, or at least have headphones on to drown her out almost completely. I've seen a lot of Mason and Tim around, but I have found I have to drown them out too. Tim pesters me about my mysterious disappearance. Instead of Meg, he call me Meggy and he keeps going on just like Gabby does. So I tried cut them out as well. Even so, I can't help but feel bad that I cut Mason out. I mean, he'd never pestered me. I try not to feel bad, but for once I couldn't help it. I tried to get everyone out of my head, so went to the courtyard to sketch. Drawing wasthe one thing that kept me sane throughout the writing catastrophe. Now, it's the only thing I do to unwind. I'd just started one warm up drawing when I felt one headphone leave my ear and I saw Mason. I winced in my head."Hey, Meg." Mason greeted, softly. He was being so gentle, nothing like the others. "Can we talk?" I shrugged, then motioned for him to sit down beside me. He did so and we sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. "Why have you been ignoring us?" he asked finally, looking hurt. I couldn't stand that look.
"I don't want to talk about High Tides." I explained curtly.
"I never talked about it." Mason answered, almost even simpler than my answer, plus it stung. "Why did you stop talking to me?"
"I suppose it was just easier than talking to you." It was a stupid answer to his question, so I took it back. "No, you deserve the truth."
"You don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable." Mason told me. He was sweet almost to a fault.
"You know, usually I'd take an out when given, but I feel as if I need to." I told him, then took in a deep breath. "The truth is, Mason, I've been through some stuff. Stuff that no child, nay, no being in the world, should have to go through. A lot of living nightmares, a lot of uncles, a lot of bullies and a lot of long nights at the hospital. And that was without all the bloggers and reviewers and cyberbullies and internet hecklers. I was barely thirteen at that point. They forgot one simple fact that I was in the control. Whose writing, whose words were on the page. Who could stop the story, who could end it, once and for all? I couldn't take any more of that stupid high tides. So Icame here as far away as I could. It hurts to even be reminded of it. So there you go. That's the truth."
Wow," Mason sighed after another eternity of silence. "I had no idea. I'm so sorry that all that happened."
"I covered it up pretty well." I told him. "Please, don't tell anyone else about this."
Mason nodded immediately. "You have my word." I somehow had a sudden urge to smile. Mason was pretty sweet.
"Thank you, Mason."
"Now, if you would please come with me. Lunch in the café isn't half bad." Mason explained.
I sighed. "No questions asked?
"I promise." Mason grinned.
"Alright, I accept." With that, he got up and motioned for me to follow. I did so, almost smiling at his seemingly childish excitement towards something normal as lunch. I almost wanted to write about this moment.
Almost.