"Okay now what" Hunter asks as we sit in front of my house.
"You wanted to see my writing right" I ask he nods.
"Well that's what we're doing" I say.
"But you said you had some with you" he says with his eyebrows farrowed.
"Yeah but those aren't finished or the good ones" I say getting out of the car.
"Where is your family" he asks looking around I stiffen hoping he doesn't notice.
"Um they're out" I reply vaguely unlocking the door I go up the stairs and I see Hunter still on ground level looking all around there is nothing special about our house it's a navy blue dark house and my mom loves our house always looking very posed so it looks like Chip and Joanna from Fixer Upper did our house.
"Hey are you coming" I say throwing a beanie baby at him don't ask why it's on the floor next to the stairs just that I love stuff animals and pillows if you get me a pillow or a stuffy I will love you forever.
His eyes dart up to me and a smirk leaks on to his face he then throws the beanie baby at but I duck and it his the back of the wall.
He walks up and follows I open my door my room is a normal room like the bathroom, bed, nightstand,bookshelf and a desk that is covered in paper like stories and sketches, designs and poems the desk looks like my wall but the wall my bed leans up against the whole wall is covered top to bottom with paper but the theme is black and white.
Hunter passes through the doorway and stands at the foot of my bed he looks above my head there is a poem that started the whole wall thing it's one of my originals that I think is decent I wrote it when I was severely depressed a few months ago it's reads:
The Never Ending Black and White
I'm black
You're white
We stick together
For every fight.
I was blind
But you gave me sight
You came in this world in a flight.
We mix together
Now I'm your knight
We are the Never Ending Black and White.
"Wow when did you write that" he breathlessly says.
"Um 6 months ago"I lie well not exactly lie but I don't like to talk about it because that part of my life is gone when my brother died and I went into severe depression and didn't think anyone loved me. I was alone I didn't have anyone and the love me and my brother shared was strong I didn't have anyone to cry on I didn't let Haley see that side to I know she's your only best friend I just don't want to seem weak I wouldn't pour my heart out so I pour it out on paper this is what I came up with while I isolated the outside world I read it and it makes me feel relaxed.
"Why is it sad" he asks.
"I-I was in severe depression and I would isolate the world and live in my room" I explain.
"Are you still depressed" he pushes I'm not going to lie I am still depressed it's just that some days I ice people out Haley knows about it and she knew him but she knows I hate talking about it and some days I'm so so and some days I'm normal.
I look down at my lap and mutter a 'yes' becoming very fond of my hands.
"Do you blame yourself for your brother's death" he asks I look straight up.
"What" I ask in disbelief.
"Do you bla-" I interrupt
"I heard what you said how did you know it was about that" I fidget.
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of Me
Teen FictionI'm punching left and right into the punching bag getting more worn out "If you punch the bag any harder think you'll break it" he says. I ignore him. "Don't ignore me" he says in deep sexy voice. Suddenly I'm slammed onto the nearest wall somehow...
