The Story of May ♥

Everybody has to make a decision, because they are important.
Decisions, those bring us forward.
Decisions, those are bad for us.
Nobody knows, of they are for the best or the worst.
Nobody knows what they will end up.
Some people hate decisions, some people love them.
Some say that the decision is right; some say that the decision is wrong.
Sometimes they are planed, sometimes they are spontaneously.
Sometimes we have to make them, because there is no other way.
Sometimes we have to make them, because we have to choose our way.
The result of a decision could only be seen after we made the decision.
If we choose there is no way back.
We can try to make the things less worst, but we will never get it all back.
We can learn from decisions,
Because they show us a way to wisdom.
Decisions can change nearly everything.
They could change a whole life, if we chose.
We always have to choose.
Even I had to choose…
So my story begun with a decision…


12. Tell me a lie...

Louis wanted to bring me home, but as soon as we stood next to each other, his phone started ringing. He picked it up and mumbled a few words, then he gave it to me. I thought it was Niall and so I said: “Hey, I’m alright. Lou is bringing me home right now. You shouldn‘t be so worried, I’m really fine. Just a bit hungry. I have…” The person on the other side of the phone interrupted me: “I’m not Niall and you shouldn’t go home. You should come to my office right now, because I‘m having a deal for you. I know you little deep dark secret.” I recognize the voice. It was Simon Corwell. I took a deep breath: “God, I will be there soon.” Then I hung up. Louis looked at me: “What did he want?” I faked a smile: “He wants to see me directly. I asked him at the weeding, if he could search something out about my parents. He said, he has some great news, but he just want to see me right now. I think this little swore thing just happened with El, because my blood isn’t normal, so if I find my parents they might help us…” Lou nodded, but he still looked worried. He gave me his sunglasses: “You might need them more.” I smiled: “Thanks. You should go back to the hospital and call the others.” We walked to a taxi rank and before I got inside the cab, I said: “By the way nice hair.” He laughed and got inside another taxi: “Thanks and don’t forget to turn your phone on.” I told the driver the address and he turned the radio lauder. The music got me thinking about Niall and how my reaction had hurt him. Like the radio knew my thoughts it started playing one of there songs.
Can never get it right, no matter how hard I try. And I’ve tried. 
Yes, I tried to keep everything a secret and therefore I lied often, but now Simon Corwell find out about one of them and I’m afraid to even think about, that El might told him about my biggest secret. My power.

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