Beatrix 'Iris' Skywalker.

One.

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Thank you dolls, for everything.
From staying up with me, when I can't sleep to making me laugh when I'm sad. 😗
Love y'all, forever and a day. 💘
Another sleepless night, another short story..

This is the short story of Reid 'Arrow' Tomson and Beatrix 'Iris' Skywalker.

Chapter 1

Iris

It was me against the world unlike that old Helen Reddy song that played on the radio every Sunday, the one moma loved listening too. But that was just how I felt, when in reality I was never really alone.

My family just didn't understand me, I was Iris to them, just like the unique flower, beautiful to look at but impossible to figure out.

I'd throw vibrant smiles around all day long but at night when everyone was asleep, i'd be wide awake in bed staring up at the ceiling. With my pillow covering my mouth as I cried, to muffle my sobs as tears leaked down into my hair.

At night depression would claim me pulling me into complete isolation, transforming me into a sad lonely girl.

I ached to be saved, to be pulled out of my sadness and desperation.

No amount of books or Sam Hunt songs could've saved me and I absolutely love reading and Sam Hunt. So that was definitely saying something.

Was it weird that depression made me think of suicide and suicide gave me hope?

Look I don't have a tragic past or even a bad life. In fact to normal people I have a luxury life.

My parents are happliy married with their three kids, my two brothers and me, i'm the youngest. They are strict but not in an uptight way and they love us fiercely.

No matter what, we could screw up a million times and still they'd love us endlessly. My uncles and aunts are the same even my grams.

But see here's the thing, i'm the good girl everyone has expectations for me. And me being a people pleaser, I like to satisfy them, I don't like disappointing them, so when I failed I lied, I manipulated there trust, there belief in me. I hate it, i hate me.

Guilt eats at me everyday because here I am still deciving them, still being a failure. I want to tell them but I can't.

I don't want to see there disgust, there disappointment in me. I'm selfish, I want there smiles, there belief in me and the love that shines in there eyes when the speak to me or of me.

How can I tell the the truth, when there's so much to lose?