The Girl Inside

Forget And Remember

I was nearly asleep under my purple cashmere blankets, when I remembered Koda, the strange boy who called me Cupcake. Who doe- When di- why? It's not as if I knew him or anything. To be honest, I'm not really sure I even know myself. I know that I've felt pain, sadness, and lonliness. But I know that I've also felt joy, peace, and love.
But then, here he comes, riding in on the highway of high school, acting like he knows me. The deepest darkest parts must stay hidden.

His Carribean blue eyes pierced through the hidden veil covering my eyes, and I had balked. I had let him hear my voice. He had been suprised-hell, so had I! It's not like I meant to talk... I haven't talked since the accident. It just felt wrong I guess. To talk, knowing that no one was going to listen.
I used to get bullied a lot, with the way I spoke.. I speak very formally, even though the world is very modern.. but I have a reason. I do it to honor my dad. I have never known him.. I don't look much like my mom, so everybody assumed I was from another woman. When people find out the truth, they aren't usually inclined to understand. And we are afraid of what we can't understand. People tell me I'm more like my dad, and they shunned my mother because of it.

My mom had never really mentioned our father to us, not even his name. He's a total mystery. But then again... So am I, and not all mysteries need to be solved.

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Koda's POV
When I got home, I decided it was best to climb through the window, so nobody would wake up and see me in all my fifty shades of wounded glory. I had recieved more hits then I wanted. I winced as I climbed up the trellis to the tiny window in the back, and slid in, as quick and smooth as a panther.

"Your late." Startled, I tripped over the antique coffee table, and knocked over a lamp. It was one of the little girls who I lived here. The one with sapphires for eyes and straws for hair. I smiled affectionately at her, and picked her up. Alright little Nema, whats the story this time? She giggled sweetly. "I was waiting for you to get back from where you were getting back from."

I chuckled, gracefully standing straight. I picked the cute eight year old up in my arms, and carried her with me. I put her on my bed and layed down on the sofa. "Goodnight little one." "Night night Koda.." She yawned and turned her back to me, and two minutes later, I heard her soft baby snores, and smiled softly to myself. I would do anything for her, and she knows it too. I tightened my fist around my vintage locket.  Nothing in this world, is more painful than losing family. My mother taught me that.