Chapter 1
It started here in Woodsmithe where secrets stay hidden. Well not for very long, lies fill the words of the people in this town. Darkness surrounds this place, the sun was always dim, even when it was considered bright. A girl sat in the trees that's leaves fall slowly to the ground. As the cool wind blew into her face causing a small leaf, so smooth, to fall onto the tip of her glasses. Giggling, the girl pushed it away. She ran her long, blue silk hair through her fingers. They were small and I desired to hold them and to call her mine. If only she felt the same as I did, I've known her since she was thirteen years old. five years I have been seeing this girl, observing, craving every little bit of her. Time slowly fazes by, and the dim became dark.
I Starred into the small square, camera containing pictures of my secrets. Keeping them locked away, only for me, they were safe this way. They were only for me, only, no one else can see this. I stare into the abyss now, nothingness. Thoughts of her soothing smile filled the space in my head. Her tinder lips, oh how I just wanted to touch them. Her smooth skin would feel so nice on my hands. "Stop," I tell myself, "stop being this way, stop thinking of her." aggravated I hit the wall. Pain surrounded my knuckles as I flinched shaking my hand vigorously trying to get rid of this pain.
I screamed like every other night, arguing with myself. "why am I this way?" this question fills my head every night. Before falling into slumber, with silence. silence is my best friend, He's all I have to talk too, without him I would be all alone. "does no one like me?" this was another question I asked myself every night before I went to bed. A warm teardrop fell down the side of my face. Wiping it away, I was happy, knowing I was alone and not many people care for me I didn't care. "why should I?" I thought curiosity is also a good friend of mine. But he would never answer when I wanted to know. "why did he not answer?" my heart pounded, my fist clenched. "Answer me!" I screamed, silence as always.
I drifted into the horrid dreams of my consonance. I hated to sleep, I'm wasting so much of my time. When I could be using it for better things in my life. Like looking at Max, she is so beautiful and she will be mine one day.
Loud ringing submerged from the cold silence of this room. Causing me to flinch, I turn it off in a hurry it scared me. Yawning, and stretching like I did every morning trying to wake my body up. This apartment was cold as always and small with one fuzzy, gray couch. The one I always sleep on, no bed, no true home for me. "why do I need a bed? when I have this comfy couch" I thought. All I have is my mind and nothing else, well I have the cold. It is always with my slow beating heart of mine.
"I felt all alone in this world, people here are cruel. They don't care about me, they don't even care about themselves. It's all about money and love, why can I have any." I roll my head back trying to get rid of this tight pain, wrapped around my neck. "Today is just another, hostile day," laughing I get ready for another day of what I normally do in this city.
Dressing in a plain glowing white shirt, Pitch black pants, and a shiny, black leather jacket. Slipping on a gold watch, that fits perfectly onto my wrist. The thing that holds time itself, keeping me aware. Today was the day, I was going to accidentally bump into Max. Getting close to her, touching her for even a slip second is what I want. Looking into the reflection of the mirror, I see a tall man, Black hair pulled back perfectly. A radiant smile, turning my head, I stare at my neck. Specifically the scar, the scar of when my father tried to kill me. My heart pounded as the memory flashes into my head.
Another empty house, I was twelve years old, my father claimed I was insane. I laid in a small bed, shaking from not only being freezing but from fear. As the footsteps of my father grew louder from the soundlessness hall. Closing my eyes I began to pray, louder and louder and LOUDER. The door flew up causing a bang to break the quietness. "BE QUITE" father screamed, punching the wall. The picture of my beautiful mother fell off the wall. Glass shattered, sliding across the old wooden floors. I still prayed, not daring to look at my father in the eyes. Shuffling, my father had picked up a piece of glass. I whispered "amen" very softly, I opened my eyes, trying to adjust to this gloomy room. In an instant, a shard of glass cut into my neck. "I told you to be quiet" his voice firm, thick blood rushed down my small neck. I gasped for air, my heart ached, knowing my father had never loved me. My father left me in that house, blood had covered me and the bed. I truly thought I was going to die, but I woke up in a hospital, not knowing who took me there. Never seeing my father again I was happy, my heart doesn't crave the attention he never gave me.
Inhaling sharply I knew I was lying to myself, Craving everything my father didn't give me. I was alone for so many years, transporting from home to home. No one wanted me not even the one who birthed me. My mother left me, she left me to be with some other man and his children. She threw me away like trash like I meant NOTHING to her. I would prove her wrong, I would make her proud, for once.
