Counting Stars

16 year old Lela Hemmings has never felt real love. Her father died when she was 15 and her mother died giving birth to Lela. Lela lives with her Aunt. She is depressed, insecure, and shy. She walks the halls with her head down and her mouth shut. She is bullied though. Pushed. Laughed at. Judged. Due to her shyness, she literally doesn't talk to people. At all. As a result, she is afraid to stand up for herself. Then someone walked into her life. She didn't want them to stay, but she didn't want them to leave. Can someone as simple as a person, as simple as a boy, change her life?


30. Empty



I feel the sharp pain in my stomach and my head is practically back in the toilet. The bathroom door opens and I feel someone pull my hair back. A part of me wants it to be Ashton, But I know it isn't.

I turn around eventually and see my aunt on the floor next to me. She presses a wet wash cloth to my forehead. It's cold, yet it feels nice.

She smiles at me and holds my hand.

"I know its rough. It'll be okay. He will be fine." She says as she helps me clean up.

"You're right about one thing, It's rough. But no. It wont be okay. No he isn't fine. I talked to his sister. She said he is doing worse." I almost start yelling, but I stop myself from raising my voice. I stand up and walk out of the bathroom.

Empty. That's the word. Empty. I feel empty. I have never had a mother and the one thing I had, is gone. I finally get attached and I might lose him.

I know, I know, I have my aunt. I never really liked her though. Not after what happened. I was in her home for more time than I would have liked. I didn't choose to live with her after my father died. I was given to her. I was away without light, without food, without hope. Used like I was a slave. I fought certain things. Things I wouldn't let happen. She heard me. That's how she found me.

Part of me feels like she knew. Like she knew I was trapped. Like I was hurting.

Part of me feels like she was tired of hearing my cries, so she pretended like she didn't know, and decided to find me.

So not only do I feel empty, but I feel alone.







I sit on my bed and look over at the picture that is framed. My dad and I, in our coats and hats, with red noses and rosy cheeks. I remember that day.

We were out in the snow. My cousin took the picture. She told me I could have it.

I had to be at least eleven.

I see the picture next to it.

I have never seen this one before.

Its Ashton and I.

There is a note next to it.

'Love you princess. We didn't have any pictures with eachother so I snapped this when you weren't paying attention. Sorry there isn't a frame.


My eyes start to water. I don't bother holding back the tears. I just let them go.

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