Saving Clair

I don't think it was meant to be like this - sitting around a fire at Trey's place covered in blankets and singing random songs while he played the guitar. No, I think that this wasn't really supposed to happen he was supposed to be back at his house while I hid away in my room hiding the tears I had cried that night. He was supposed to be taking care of his sick mom, but he came back to get his jacket he had left while we were working on a science project. Maybe you've heard this story before, you know the girl that looks all tumblr scene girl that self harms and is bullied because she wasn't 'pretty' or whatever but she's actually gorgeous blah blah blah. Okay you've heard that and you've heard the hipsterish girl who puts herself down and self harms blah blah blah. But have you heard of the girl who fakes her perfect smile acts like it's all good and has everyone fooled goes home and hides away from her family that says that she isn't supposed to be there and she's never going to amount to anything. Maybe? No? Well that's me that's parsley my story but really that's only scratching the surface.

Trey says he might have just came in at the right time, that he is glad he found me when he did or who knows what would have happened. I do know what would have happened and it's a pretty scary thought now but back then it sounded like the only thing that would be good for me. I'm happy he found me too but back when he did I flipped out screamed and didn't want any of his help but he somehow got me to let him help me. 'Clair,' he would say, 'where is all of this going to get you? If nobody believes in you and they don't know just how much you are worth, where will it get you if you listen to them? Nowhere. Come with me, please, Clair. I can get you to the tops of mountains.'