I looked out through half lidded eyes. The stars seemed to be eagerly emerging from the sky. Sure it was awfully late to be out at the park, but my chained black attire refused to let me move from the bench. The cool evening breeze whipped past my tear-stained face, my black eyeliner running down my cheek. I felt so alone. Finally I stood up, the chains on my pants jingling as I walked over to the creek. I bent down and splashed water on my face. The freezing water stinging my eyes.
“What are you doing out so late?” asked a deep, kind voice.
I stood up and turned around quickly. There stood Jack, a boy I recognized from school. You couldn’t really call us friends, we were in completely different groups, he was a popular football player and I was, well…..a punk.
“Oh, nothing. I just dozed off on a bench I guess,” I replied, giving him a fake smile.
He could tell I wasn’t happy though.
“So why are you out here?” I asked, quickly changing the subject.
“Oh, I’m just out for a walk, enjoying the weather,” he said, stepping closer to me.
I stepped back. He sensed my uncertainty.
“Would you like to walk with me?” he asked.
Oh how I wanted to, how I just wanted to be with someone, just so I wasn’t alone.
“No thanks,” I said, again downing my phony smile.
I could see the hurt throughout his face. I then turned to leave, but something caught my arm. I turned around, it was him.
“Why do you do it?” he asked facing me.
“What?” I asked, not understanding.
“Why do you always act like your okay, and that your not hurting? Why do you hide behind your dark clothes and fake smile? I see you struggle with school, with feelings. Why?” he asked.
I didn’t know what to say, I pushed him and tried to free my hand from his grasp, but it did nothing.
“Tell me!” he yelled.
I was crying by this point and trying desperately to get away. He let me go and I ran. I didn’t know where I was going but I ran as fast as I could. Tears clouded my vision and I tripped and fell over a tree branch. I curled up on the ground and focused on breathing.
‘How could he see? How did he see how I struggled, I thought I hid it so well.’
I looked at my arms, they had been scraped from the sidewalk. I sighed, I was to tired to move, so I laid down and fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of birds. I opened my eyes, but had to close them instantly. The sun was too bright. I groaned and rolled my face into the grass.
“Now now, none of that sleepyhead,” said a deep voice.
I froze, afraid that if I moved I would give away some sign of weakness. He noticed how I stiffened up and then placed his hand on my arm.
‘Run!’ screamed my brain.
But his touch was so gentle that I just couldn’t move, I didn’t want to be alone.
“Why?” he asked.
The three letter question I dreaded to answer. I sat up and looked at him. His blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. I had to tell him, someone.
“Because I’m alone. But if people knew how alone I was, I’d get hurt,” I said.
Then I started crying again. I didn’t care if he saw, he knew my secret anyways. Then I felt something, something I’d never felt before, he was holding me. I opened my eyes and saw that he had me cradled against his chest. He smiled down at me.
“I will never hurt you,” he said, and then kissed me softly. I sighed contently into the kiss, and I believed him. He broke the kiss and smiled down at me. I smiled sincerely back at him.
“Thank you,” I said, and we stayed there the rest of the day. Just enjoying the warmth of one another. I had finally found my match, I would no longer be alone.