Save Me

Chapter 1

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. They were right about that. I've spent all my evening leaning against the big apple tree behind my house, staring at the chains in the green house waiting for them to clink and staring into the plain baby blue painted sky for four years now. Reason is, not having much friends. I have less than five people as a friend, to start with. It's not nice being in the outskirts of people around me, it never was. Being called a freak, I never wanted that. I never expected it.

My life was never sorrow, it used to be easy hiding it and pretended that I'm happy when I'm around them. But not anymore as we grow up. They now how to think, fought, rebel. It's tough. It's tough to have a conversation with anyone when you know what they did in their nights, talking about the bad ones and those who play dirts with people. A lame school that I go to everyday and having less friends than anyone. It's just seems all the same and colorless to me.

My parents, they don't seem to care. Too busy, except for my mother, she will spent most of her free times with me but on the other hand who is my father, he'll most likely never spent time with me. They've separated ever since I was eleven, I'm seventeen now. My mother remarried, to a filthy rich psychiatrist, Mark. My father, let's just say he's now settled down with a crazy bitch that really despise me, named Nora. My brother is twenty, currently living with our father. My mother fights to get the custody of having the both of us under her protection but the judge ended up diving us both to our parents. My father can be a little too over controlling and self centered , we'll never have a proper and civilised conversation or sometimes we even end up fighting. I don't seem to have a problem with my step father, he's nice to me. I get to express how I feel about the things evolving around me to him and he understand, he's a psychiatrist so no doubt about it. He doesn't talk to me like I'm some pshycopath but its funny sometimes funny to think that my step-father of 3 years knows me better than my father of...all my life. For example, when I had that weird dream, I told my father at first because I followed my instinct which thought he'd understand. He said I was too stressed out and accidently called me a freak a few years later after his divorce with mother. On the bright and positive sight of my life with less light, my step-father understood, yeah sure at first he thought I was stressed but then he made an effort to at least find out more and eventually finding himself believing me the following year. He told me it was a gift...

Taylor. Life was fun when my brother is around, for now my life just got a little less entertaining. Spending everyday after class, after school, reading the same book over and over again. I enjoy watching people happy with their friends and partners. I'd like to feel that way someday but knowing that I'm not really able to because of the 'gift' that's been given to me could be annoying. Sometimes I feel like Leslie, lonely, everyone think of her as a freak and a weirdo, having no other friend than Jess. She's just so relatable to me. The only different part about the summary of our life is that she has Jess and I have no one. Maybe my Jess will come around or maybe not. Life is never going to go the way you want it to be, its a game once in awhile but it feels like its a game all my life. I learnt that earlier than anyone my age. Bridge To Terabithia is the only companion I had that helps me get through middle school. Right, my companion is a book, my friends are made up of the fictional characters. When you're alone it feels like theses characters are the only thing that knows and understands you. They're all my 'friends' until high school. When I met, Samara, it was the third week of high school, day 21 out of 1460. I was waiting for Taylor outside seating on one of the old benches in the courtyard of Berry Ville High School, all alone. She was shouting at her now ex-boyfriend in the middle of the courtyard, not noticing me sitting there 'reading' or should I say peeking on them."Boys are jerks" she sighed taking a seat next to me."Tell me about it" I muttered, book still covering my face. She starts to explain as I slowly put my book down."Well, its okay. Everyone used to call me a freak all my life in middle school. I'm sure you could work things out with him" I spoke softly." That made me sightly better, no offense. It must've been hard" I can see further in her eyes filled with sincere pity."That's okay its over now. By the way my name is Tara, pronounce it as Tera" I smiled."I'm Samara, people call Sam" and we shook our hands. Her name was Rylene Jay but was well known as Ryde. One of the pretty kids in Berry Ville. I can see that she's bright a kid living with cruel surrounding around her. I met her on a Monday, late afternoon when she had an incident in the library. When I helped her. She was staying back late for a school project, she was alone in the library. Well that's what she thought. I ran as I follow the echoing sound of screaming and yelping for help. I stop dead in my track in the middle of the dark hallway, closing my eyes shut as I look further back around me. The astral projection in my mind shows a delicate feature of a ginger headed girl was attacked and it hit me, I knew it ran faster. That girl was Ryde.