We All Have Secrets

Hero Heroine

Oh my God, the smiley faces on the Mebo (or whatever it's called) chat have such creepy pedophile like faces. Am I right? O_O Sorry, that was completely random. :3 I told you I'm weird, so I warned you. x3

Dedication to SapphireBluexxx she's a good writer so check out her stories please!:D She's also really sweet and did a dedication for me and said I was a good writer, though I'm not. <3 But it's greatly appreciated. :3

Inspiration for this chapter: Well, to be honest... I used to want to die, I struggled with not killing myself. I would cut myself practically on a daily basis. I still have the scars, though some have disappeared. I'm recovering still... Because I don't know how to handle pain very well or my depression very well. So I still have suicidal thoughts in some situations... I'm not going to hurt anyone else, though, and I don't ever plan on it -- so don't worry, I'm not like crazy. My mom told me I belonged in a mental home, so many times. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I didn't think I did, I still don't think I'd belong there. My actions were caused by other people. It's just... hurts so much when someone hurts you. Especially when that person is your father who's supposed to want to protect you and not hurt you. And to let you wattpadder's know, I'm here for you if you ever want to chat -- just send me a message. I'll keep it just between you and me. I promise. I can also tell you one thing I've learned from my father and my mother, I never want to marry a guy like my father. And if I have kids with him and he lays a hand on them, he can bet that he will never see either of us again. Spanking is one thing, but beating them is another.

Jenny called me the next day after school; she had loads of stuff to gossip about. She told me about this boy, Tristian, who's in her English class and is "super cute". She went on about his dirty blonde "skater-style" hair, his muscles and then about how sexy and cool he is. To me, he sounds more scary rather than "sexy". Then she went on about his girlfriend, Megan, and how much of a total bitch she is... I could only handle so much gossip, so I told her I had to go do something important and hung.

I made my way downstairs after the phone call. Christopher was home and is distracted with the television, so I didn't have to do anything for him today. I walked past Christ, without catching his attention and made my way into the kitchen that was decorated in an assortment of greens and yellows. The yellows are too bright and the greens are too dark, my mother really needs to do a better job at decorating. I reached into the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice. When the orange juice tasted sour, I spitted it out in the sink. I guess I'll just find something else to drink... As I'm rummaging through the fridge I realize that I'm just trying to find something to do and I'm not really hungry or thirsty. So I close the fridge and think of what to do.

I come to the idea that I should go to the park. I changed into a t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were covered in grass stains and walked to the park. The local park was only a ten minute walk. During my walk weird people would honk at me, pull over to the curb and stuff... Every time I ran. It was worth it though, the park was beautiful, the grass was green and the leaves were turning to brown and falling off. Music was playing in the background "hero heroine" the acoustic version.

I walk toward the music, only to find a guy strumming on his guitar singing. "I won't try to philosophize, I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look into your eye, this is how I feel and it's so so real. I got a closet filled up to the brim, with the ghosts of my past and the skeletons." He smiled and looked to the crowd of people watching him play. His long brown wavy hair curled around his circular face perfectly and his hair didn't go past his neck. His strumming became slower. "And I don't know why, you'd even try." For a second there, when he was singing, it looked like he had his eyes directly on me.

I smiled back at him, he looked so peaceful and happy, he was also so extremely good on the guitar. I kind of envy him. He even has a sweet voice, that's not too deep. When the boy ended the song, he still smiled at the small crowd that rallied around him. "Thank you." The boys eyes meet mine and I notice he has the brightest blue eyes that I've ever seen.