All I see is darkness. I don't bother moving or panicking even though I'm afraid of the dark. I just lay there my head on the soft pillow wondering. Where did I go wrong? When did I go wrong? Why? Why am I even here? I can answer only 4- no , 3 out of the 5 questions. I can try to guess the two but, my mind is too weak to take the chance of the voice coming back.

Where did I go wrong and when did I go wrong is easy to answer. I went wrong when I was 5 and told my parents I was scared of the dark and when? I went wrong when I decided that I could tell people my fears freely and thought that they wouldn't judge me. When I was kicked out I was still naive of the world around me but, I always had that voice in my head. It grew stronger more confident as the years went by. However, when I met Jared and Dylan and Sebastian it wasn't a confident but, when that Scarlet girl came and said those things I felt as if I was no longer in my own skin like the voice wasn't just a voice but, a presence. A presence that for the first time took a solid form in my mind.

In my mind I was at the edge of a cliff not fully ready to fall but, the presence the dark being kept pushing me further and further until I was almost off the cliff that would lead me into insanity. Then he came in and I heard his voice. He was the reason I was there in the first place yet, just hearing his voice had the dark being stepping back and I was saved.

When I finally saw his presence I didn't really know all I was feeling. Anger, sadness, shame. My emotions were swirling and I was trying so hard to keep control of it but, I couldn't because, I'm weak. Yet, still I tried so hard but, the harder I tried the worse it got and then he touched me. All my emotions disappeared and I felt warm. It made me angry. I screamed at him and he froze. I didn't blame him. though I'm sure I looked like a mad woman with my hair a mess and my face red and blotchy from crying. He gets closer and at the same time I move back yelling at him again. I tried to run, to get away from the emotions. I liked it better when I was numb. I don't really remember what was said. All I knew was that he kept touching me and I finally snapped. I was screaming, kicking flailing my limbs trying so hard to get away from all this hot anger that burns me. He took me upstairs and sat on the bed holding me close. I tried to keep up to show him that I was angry but, it all disappeared when I felt his comforting warmth seeping into me. I stopped struggling.

I heard him out and to say that I was once again angry is an understatement. First, she doesn't want the baby then, she wanted money and threatens to accuse him of rape. Females like her are the reason boys have a certain... view of us. Honestly I feel bad for him and wonder how he could've stood her. What he said next made me blush and feel fuzzy though I'll never admit it out loud. Being around him makes me warm. From what he said he sounded like he serious and it made me think. Maybe being with him for the rest of the day won't be so bad. With that thought I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.