As we walked out, everyone stared. Little children looked at us in admiration, and some in horror. Adults who we had known our whole lives looked at us in shock, like we were freaks from the outside. Kye's hand was warm on mine, and he walked through the crowd like they didn't exsist. I held a tight grip on his hand, and I wasn't afraid to be afraid. I was scared. There was a crowd around me, staring at me like I was an alien or something. If they were in such shock that I walked out alive, what would happen next?
We finally were freed from the crowd, and Kye walked with me into the woods right outside the town. We went into the woods deeper than usual. Finally he stopped when we came to my favorite willow tree by a little pond. It was my secret place for years, and I went here once a week. It was my secret place to go when everything got the best of me. It made me feel safe, and I could sit under the whispy branches, and cry. I could sing to myself, and I could be alone. I could forget.
Kye looked into my eyes, and sat down where I usually sat. I sat down too.
"You know, this is my favorite place. I used to come here everyday after school, and just forget. One day, I came, and saw a girl sitting here, singing to herself. I couldn't tell who she was, but she had an amazing voice. It was like, she didn't care who heard her, all that mattered was she could hear herself. I sat and listened for a while, but then she stopped. She started crying to herself, and I wanted to go to her and tell her it was okay. I had always thought I was the only one who knew this place exsisted. I was wrong, though. I don't think I ever saw that girl again. She must have come back after I left because everytime I came back, there were flower petals torn all over. I don't know why I never saw her again." Kye said, lost in memory.
That girl was me. I would come here, and sing. That day when he saw me, I was having a rough day. I was breaking down, and singing there was the only way I knew to get let everything go. I didn't know he saw me, though. I was singing because I realized that I liked him a little more than I should. My parents knew about it, and shoved me out. They screamed at me, and told me this was a test I wouldn't pass. They said it was a delusion, and it wasn't going to end the way I thought.
I ran away to the willow tree, and I tried to force back the tears. I finally let them come, and I wanted to drown myself. From then on, whenever I went there, I would rip apart beautiful flowers and leave them there, covered in my tears. It was weak, but nobody would see me.
"I come here a lot. It was the only place I knew that I could cry, or let myself go. I could scream here, and I thought nobody would hear the pain. I would hurt myself all I needed to, and I thought nobody would hear, or care." I said, as I pulled up my sleeve to reveal scars. There was one on my shoulder, and his hand brushed it. It was my first scar. I caused it when I couldn't take it anymore. It was the worst day of my life, then. He looked up at me, and I could see the pain in his eyes.
"Why?" he asked.
"I just got too fed up with everything, and this was the only way to prove I could handle pain. Whenever I felt weak, I would come here and do this." I gestured to my arm, "It was the only way I felt safe. I would watch the blood drip into the water and watch it spread. It hurt, but I knew I could handle it. It was the only way I knew who I was." I said.
There was no way to explain the act of hurting yourself on purpose. How could anyone who hasn't done it, know how it feels to cut yourself, and watch the blood flow from your body?
"It hurts. I know how it feels to watch blood flow from yourself, and how bad it hurts." he said.
How could he possibly?-
He pulled up his sleeve to reveal the same secret as I had. Scars all up on his arm. Scabs, and blood...
Then, my name cut into his shoulder. My fingers brushed over it, and smiled.
"I started loving you day one. After two years or so, I gave up that you'd ever know. Then, I wanted to remember all the times we spent together, so..." he said.
I leaned in and our lips met. His arms wrapped around me and his hands on my waist. His lips warm. I felt so safe in his arms. We kissed there for what felt like a magical eternity. When he drew back, we laid under the warm sunlight. It was such a change in such a short period of time. We had just been fighting for our lives, and now we were alone in the warm woods. The sun shone on us, and it warmed my skin. A perfect moment that I hoped would last forever.
But, everything has to end sometime. He sat up, and took my hand.
"We have to leave, sometime... I wish this would last forever, though." he said.
We walked towards the town. Back to the pain, and heck of life...