Perfect

I'm alone. I have been ever since I turned fourteen and the incident happened. No one knows. I've been living by myself, shopping for myself, protecting myself, and doing everything else myself. I'm eighteen now. At school, I'm all smiles and laughs, but that's far from what I actually am. Every time someone asks me how I am, I say that I'm perfect. But I'm far from perfect, and no body knows. No. Body. Knows.

Until now.

Until Jon.