Cole caught up with me and pulled me back as I was making my way out of the home, away from him. Away from the disaster.

"How can I help him when I myself need help?" I said.

His eyes softened and so did his featured.

"He may have wanted to admit to you about that?"

"He betrayed me." Was the only excuse I could give in this desperate time.

"He may have crossed the line, but you should hear him out."

"Hear him out while he himself is struggling with his own problem? He did not even made an effort to explain to me why he is upset, why he is being like this. You expect him to explain about my matter when he himself cannot figure out his matter?" I chuckled, my cheek flushed and cold from the breeze. My tears stayed in the brim of my eyes and I hope it stays over there and does not roll down and betray me.

"You care for him." He defended.

"I do." I said, "but how can I when he doesn't want me to? He knows everything about me, all my secrets and lies and here he is hiding his own secrets and knowing my weakness."

"Knowing your secrets does not mean that you are in the weak position.Yes, it was wrong of him to hide the truth and know about your secrets, that you might have shared with him one day; when you were ready. Have you ever thought that he might have hinted you and you did not catch on?"

"He could have return the diary to me?"

His mouth opened and closed as he too was lost with words.

"Will you give him the chance to explain?"

"What is there to explain?"

"You cannot give up on him."

"The irony is, here you are trying to hold on to your cousin's relationship while your cousin is getting drunk and wild."

"You know nothing about him nor his struggle."

"That's exactly what I am saying, did he give me the chance to? Was I given the chance to learn about his struggle? You are defending him and not looking at my point of view." I snapped at him as the first tear rolled down my eyes and I looked away. "You holding the relationship of someone else is so funny because the person who is suppose to be standing here and explaining things to me does not care about our relationship. He did not make an effort to contact me and definitely did not have the time to because he is busy drinking and smoking his problems out."

Cole give me a cold look, "You are such a b^tch." He said to me and I smiled.

"Thanks for letting me know that." I said. "Goodbye." As I turned around to walk out of their drive way.

I heard him groaned and sighed as he apologized and tried to follow me.

"You two f^cking brothers better stay away from me." I snapped at him. "Let him figure his way out of his issue and I will figure it out my f^cking way." He stood still, contemplating what to do next, while I made my way out.

Getting out of that neighbourhood was so difficult when I have never been here. The winter breeze was making things worse and the darkness around me, reminded of how dark my world is right now.

"Did he tell his friends or followers about my sorry life?" Was the question playing in my mind. "Did he fell sorry for me, is that the reason why he is hanging around me?" These thoughts went all over my head as I waited for the bus to take me home. Tears flowed like a river and I couldn't stop the flow even when I reached home. I was glad, no one saw me in that state as I walked to the washroom. My eyes was bloodshot and puffy, so was my cheek with tinted red. I was not looking to this kind of a weekend. I may have to call in sick to work, tomorrow.

I laid in my bed that night, flickering the lamp light on and off as I wondered what was going on his mind as he was reading my diary. I sat up and opened my diary and I was surprised to see messages written in pencil.

In the first page where I wrote, "Do not flip the page after this, stranger." With pencil, he cut the sentence and said, "I am sorry, but I just did that." I could not help, but chuckled lightly imagining his voice saying that, and it made me smile like a lunatic. I must be crazy to smile at his scribbles. He should not be even writing in my diary, but I was not upset with that, as I curiously flipped the pages, just to see the notes. That night I stayed awake just to read all his messages for me.

In the page, where I admitted about being adopted- he put a round to the word, adopted and wrote in his neat handwriting, "You are given a second chance to live a better life, some people are stuck in that society and can't get a way out. Be strong!"

When in one of the page, I was asking myself if I wanted to find out who my biological parents and wanted to find out the reason behind their adoption- he remarked, "somethings are meant to be a secret?" He put a question mark beside his own remark and I wondered what he meant by that.

Elliot must have read the diary more than once, as I see comments after one another. When in one of the page, I spoke about my insecurity and how I wanted to stay behind lights in High school, the first comment was, "You have to get out of that comfort zone." He then scratched that line and said, "You are so beautiful and the world needs to know that."

I did not know when I fell asleep while reading the journal, that I used to hate so much because of all the darkest secrets in it. For the first time, I loved the journal and it was all thanks to the green eyes boy.