I put my phone away and put in earphones and listen to the sweet harmonies of Blink-182. I start to walk to my friend Lilly's house. I have no where else to go, i cant go back home and have all those memories haunt me.
~Time skip to the next week. Friday night~
Its been a week and Derek and i have been talking non stop. I thought he might like me and turns out he does. I've told him about majority of my life not all of it but most of it. He gets me. He understands my anxiety. I told him about me getting raped as a child and about me self harming. Im sure i'll regret telling him all that but something about him says i can trust him. Hes cute and nice. Hes like 6 foot something tall and has a mice face with long blonde hair. Hes not very emo like me, which is a good thing because ive delt with a lot of assholes. I dont know though i really like Derek and that scares me. I stayed up almost all night last night texting him hes the kindest soul ive ever met. He makes my heart fluttwr just by saying hi, i didnt feel like this when we first met a couple years back when i was in foster care. He seems genuine. I've never had a man in my life treat me right.
~The next morning~
I get up and straighten my shitty black short layered hair and put on thick eyeliner because i suck balls at makeup. I grab my back pack and head to my highschool. Yay another day of being treated like shit but one thing i get to look forward to is when i get back to Lilly's or as i call it home, then i can message Derek...I spend the rest of my day daydreaming about him and writing songs.
