The Truth

Chapter 1

Its late at night and I'm in an abandoned park with the person I love so much.

"Why did you call me out here in this hour?" He asked a bit confused.

I ducked my head down and slightly glance at him.

"I--..I... I actually--"

"What do you want?! Spit it out!"

He cut me off , yelling.

I flinched and looked at him but immediately looked away.

I bit my lower lip as I debated with my thoughts whether I should tell him my feelings or not.

As I finally made a decision, I forced myself to look at him in the eyes and parted my lips...

"I love you....

P-please , g-go out with me"

I stumbled on some of my words but managed to say 'I love you' properly.

I closed my eyes and waited for his answer.

"Haa...???!! You called me out here, just for that?! You really got some nerves!!... I'm going home!"

He yelled with an annoyed tone and started to walk away.

"Wait!" I called him back. "You haven't replied to me yet" I added.

I knew what was coming for me but I wanted to hear his answer properly.

My tears were threatening to spill but I hold em' back.

"Did you really think you'd get a 'yes' from me?"

As he said those words he slowly turned his head to me with disgust clearly seen on his face.

I flinched a bit and duck my head.

"Wh-wh-w-why?"

My voice barely a whisper but he managed to hear it anyway.

I felt something glide down my cheeks and I noticed I was already crying.

First time confessing and I got rejected, huh?

Typical.

I got my hopes up too much, he was so kind to me at school but here ...

He's attitude suddenly shifted from kind to plain rude and mean.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as he suddenly yelled.

"Who would like a girl, who always carry dangerous weapons, every fucking day....??!! Are you planning to go on a killing spree?"

I cried my heart out as those words escape from his mouth.

How did he know what was inside my shoulder bag? I was supposed to be the only one who knows about it.

I never told anyone about it.

I decided to ignore those thoughts and just looked at him, biting my lower lip making it sting.

"B-but... Its... J-just f-for s-s-self defense.." I speak in between sobs.

I paused for a second.

"I'm not a freak!!!"

I added with a shout.

"Well then , if you're not a freak. Care to explain why you called me in this unholy hour?!"

He asked as he cocked an eyebrow.

As I was about to open my mouth and reply to his question, he cut me off.

"I'm going home... I'm fucking tired!"

He then began to walk back on his tracks.