Little Black Stars

Chapter One

   CHAPTER ONE

  Hearing another piece of tragic news, I finally let my legs give in. My friends were still up by the stage worshipping with the others, but I'd stepped out to answer a phone call. I had no idea that I would receive that news. I slowly crumpled to the gray tile floor. The brick was cool against my forehead. I let my strawberry blonde curls fall into my face; they cut me off from the world around me. 

  I could no longer hear the music pulsing through me or feel the floor beneath me. It was as if I were floating in a world all my own. I wanted to cry. Was I already crying? I can't feel anything but numbness. By the time my heart beat calmed, only a few minutes had gone by. I could now feel the cool gray tile beneath me and hear the pounding music from the band once again. 

  I was sure I was going to be surrounded by friends and church leaders soon; they will want to know what was wrong. I wanted- needed- to get up and move to the hall, but my legs wouldn't carry me. I don't want to stand in front of them and tell them of my day, of my problems, of myself.  

  You see, I don't like talking about myself. If people were to know me, really know me, they'd leave me in a blink. That's why I keep a smile on my face and positive feelings in my heart. I must be strong for others so they will not feel pain. I don't want them to hurt or worry over me. 

I felt a hand gently fall onto my shoulder. I held my eyes shut and wished them all away. Go away, disappear, I'm okay and everything is fine. Disappear. The hand was still there, slightly tightening.  

"Faye! What has gotten you so upset?" 

"Hon, are you okay?" 

"Is she sick?" 

"I bet she is acting."  

"Faye, get up, please!" 

  I only slid lower and deeper into the floor. All the voices I heard weren't from people who cared about me. 

  I only cared about one voice in that place. The only voice in the high school youth group belongs to my best friend. I can trust him fully and know that he has my back. He knows everything about me; he is like a brother to me.  

A warm hand grasped mine and the owner spoke gently to me, "Let's go outside, okay?"  

 I shakily stood, ignoring all the people behind me, and clung to my best friend's, Damien, hand. He led me outside the church and to a metal bench.  

"Now, what's wrong? Did something happen to your dad? Is it just stress from other people?" 

  I can feel other people's feelings. When someone is upset or hurting, I can feel their pain in the air which causes me pain in return. I know it sounds weird, it is in a way.  

  I was crumpled into Damien's arms sobbing. I just couldn't stop trembling. I had to let it all out. The pain in me had been building for too long and it was dying to be let out. After the news I had just received, it was impossible to keep in.  

Damien sighed. He knew I wasn't going to be able to talk like this. "Okay, whenever I say what is wrong, nod your head. Ready?"  

I nodded.

"School or grades?"

Nothing.

"Stress from others?"

Nothing.

He pushed me back and held me at arms length. Our eyes met; his eyes flashed with fright and his face paled.

"Is it," he paused unsteadily, "your dad?"

... .

Nothing. 

. ..

Nothing.

. .

I choked.

. 

Followed by a nod. The tears slid down my cheek and my heart into the pit of my stomach.

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So, uh, hi! -awkward wave-

This is a new story called Little Black Stars (until I either decide on another title. If not, you will see how it fits into the story in the following chapters. I have more inspiritation for this story than No Boundaries.. sooo I need to know what you think!

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