A girl who lives most her life as a lie until she has enough at a young age. She follows her dreams although it isn't easy. A life full of mystery and disguises (featuring why don't we)
I was pushed into the heart where corbyn was and a flower crown was put on my head. I adjusted my mask as I heard the other 4 boys strumming their guitars. The harmonies were angels, so soft and soothing. I went over to Corbyn as he got down on a knee.
"Disguise, I may not know you very well but...I want to be a part of your life. You're an amazingly talented artist. Disguise, will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?"
I was shocked. What do I say?! If I say no I ruin a friendship? If I say yes my heart could be broken. He is my type- no brain stop with the thoughts your killing me.
"So what's it going to be?" Corbyn said smiling at me. I froze. I stood there. Paralyzed with the thoughts. The pressure got to me. I couldn't deal with it. I collapsed...
I woke up in an unfamiliar room once again. A bright light was above me blinding me. I looked around and saw that I was in a living room setting, sitting on a sofa. I rubbed my eyes as I tried to sit up. I felt a pain in my side and my shoulder. OuCh, ThAt HuRt.
"Hey lay down don't hurt yourself." An all familiar voice said. Corbyn.
"I am fine," I said as I looked around the room, squinting. I saw a door and began to try standing up. Get the keyword, tried. I stood up but a dagger-like pain stood into my right leg. I fell to the floor in pain. My eyes sobbing silently. I was picked to bridal style as I put my head into the groove of his neck. He placed me back down on the black felted sofa.
"One thing I have learnt is that if a girl says they're fine, they are usually not fine." He chuckled. I blushed in embarrassment. I turned my head away until I heard Zach walk in.
"Corbyn you're needed by Mathew," Zach said. Corbyn nodded and walked away leaving me with Zach. I tilted my head in confusion.
"Mathew is our stage director." oh I get it now. I put a hand to my head as I sharp pain hit it. Zach reaches his hand closer to my face. Mumbling the words, he said, "Who are you really Disguise?" He began to try to pull my mask off. I shouted for Corbyn and made a dash for the door. It hurt don't get me wrong, but it was either that or have someone know my secret. I wasn't ready for that. I crawled to the car and sobbed for an hour.
I heard the boys shout for me trying to find me. I didn't want them to. Not after last night. I was in pain but couldn't say that. I am not weak but I have emotions.
I gained the courage to stand up. Pressing my weight on the car, I tried to walk I got about three steps without help then fell, grazing my arms and chin. I tried again but this time went different. I made it two steps and fell but instead of feeling concrete, I felt to warm arms holding me. I look up.
"noodles!" I broke down there. "please take me home." he nodded and we got in the car and went home.
Susie met with me as we began to get to the house. For some odd reason, Jack had crutches in his car so I was using them for a day. I got home and Jack left. Susie helped me in and we both went to the kitchen.
As I began to write some ideas for some music, Susie began to do some uni work. I wish I knew how to make everyone happy, but it is never possible.
I went to my room and took off the mask. I took off my dress, shoes and took off all makeup, leaving me in shorts and a sports bra. I looked in the mirror at myself. I hated it. I wish it was perfect. But then my eyes draw to something else. The tattoo on my thigh. It's a heart. It was for my grandpa. He looked after me when I was living with my parents. He understood. He was the only one I could talk to. But he passed away because of when he went to one of my concerts. My first official concert. The music was too loud. He got a stroke. Got taken away by ambulance. He was a passion for my music. He told me to persevere. And I live to his name to this day.
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Comments: User1847: oh my gosh corbyn who was it.
User9173: he is only desperate
DisguiseOfficial:hope you feel better... Disguisefan92: oh my gosh you know each other?!
Heartbreak. One thing I never thought I would ever get into.
