My Life, My Secrets, My Story (THE LIFEST SERIES BOOK 1)

My Life, My Secrets, My Story Part 8

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Part 8 

Alex's POV

Finally!!!!! I'm home!!!!

It took me forever because Alec wouldn't give up, he insisted on giving me a ride home! I can walk home myself and I didn't want him to know where my house is. He could be a stalker for all I know.

Why won't he leave me alone!!! I mean, I don't even know the guy and yet he seems to be obsessed with me!

Ugh, well he can try and try but this time it's not going to work! I won't let anyone in my heart.

I've been way beyond pain, and heartbreak. Once when I was in 2nd grade, another in 5th grade, and once again in 8th grade. I really tried to trust over and over again but now I'm through with the pain and heart ache.

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Flashback

I had just transferred schools, because I was young I was still very trusting, I didn't know you had to be careful with who get involve with.

It was the first day if my new class, I was kind of scared. And this guy came up to me, ( AN: I won't mention names, if you want to know why PM me) he was very sweet and kind and we played a lot and when the day was done I came home and realized that he lived next door, and I didn't know because I only played inside by myself. He had an older sister in 5th grade, a little sister in kindergarten and a little brother who hadn't even started school yet. I think, because I've tried so hard to suppress these memories. We use to play all the time, and we were practically inseparable.

We always went to school together played together, even ate together, he would come to my house or I would go to his, and our parents didn't mind, and since I was little I didn't know what love meant but you could say I was in love.

It was about the second or third quarter of the year (end of first semester or beginning of second semester, for people that don't understand), when we got into a fight. And the messed up thing is, is that even to today I still don't know what we were fighting about!!! I still don't know!!! And we didn't talk to each other, until the end of the year.

He sat me down, and told me something that shattered a piece of my heart and it was never replaced. He was leaving. He only told me that he was leaving and got up and walked away.

I didn't see him after that, he left without saying good-bye, and left without even telling me he was leaving that day. He just said he was leaving and then left, no information on where, why, how to contact him, nothing. That day I was truly alone, but I didn't cry surprisingly I didn't.

The rest of the year was horrible, my grandpa even died that year, I had knew him for the first 5 years of my life, which I don't even remember in the first place. I was all alone, and I tried to make friend, but I was stuck a loner.

.: Another Flashback:.

I was in the 5th grade still pretty much a loner, but I had people that I talked to, not exactly friends, but I still talked to them.

Some new kids transferred that year, and one stuck out of the rest of them, tall, yet skinny, and friendly. I was a loner, so I didn't go up to him. I went about my business as I normally do and it stayed that way for a while.

One rainy day, we had to stay inside for recess but we could chose to go to another class, which we shared with. He was in that class.

He came to mine, and he also had two other girls with him, it looked like he was their friend, and it was weird because he didn't look happy, but I started playing like usual.

I felt thirsty so I went to go get water, when I was coming back, there he was looking at me I was confused, he had just wanted a pencil, surprised as I was, I gave it to him, wondering why he asked me, instead of his friends.

We started hanging out slowly, I had gotten over my previous heartbreak, but I still thought about him, and I still wondered. We played a little, and a little roughly because we disagreed a little but it was fun. I had lots and lots of fun. We always played at recess, no matter what.

Then in 6th grade, he got into playing sports, and was a very popular, very smart kid. He didn't need me anymore, didn't want me anymore, and didn’t care about me anymore. I was like a forgotten toy left outside to rot.

I wasn't a loner though I got some friends a little like me but not a lot. We were close and good, they made me feel better, a lot better but I was still me, like usual and I would also bring me friends to my sad level by being sad, so I stopped, in front of them.

I decided to forget about him, and move on so I wouldn't have to go over the pain, and he wasn't as close as the first boy, and he hadn't meant as much either, but I still thought about the first boy, even today I still think about him, maybe because he was first, I don't know.

I made another friend in another effort to try to get away from my painful past, and this one wasn't as close as the others but maybe I'm just thinking like that.

Two years went by and in 8th grade we started to drift he got a girlfriend and I started my interest in writing. We had fun though still hung out a lot, but he got annoying fast. Real annoying, and he would boast about his girlfriend, as if trying to make me jealous, I don't know, and I don't care.

When I went off to high school he didn't follow and neither did the second boy. He called a lot and texted a lot he got desperate and he did it for a while but I never picked up and never replied, because he was a wimp, very weak and emotional, and he always said he would call and text me but I knew I wouldn't because it was a tiny crush nothing big, and I knew I couldn't date him, other reasons I won't mention.

He eventually stopped, and I went on to my high school life. Alone. Like I'm destined to be, alone. Always alone.

End of Flashback 

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So now you know, don't judge me, because I've had pain, that no one can even begin to understand. I've been broken, and mended till I won't work anymore, and I'm tired if working.

This is the reason I'm emo. This is the reason I hurt. This is reason I won't let anyone close to me. This is the reason I am who I am. My past.

Alone. Alone is how I'm always destined to be. Alone. Always alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.

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