Hidden Secrets.

Chapter One - Just One Piece.

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"My name was Emma, Emma Cargill. I wish she had saved me before it was too late. For some odd reason, I always thought I meant the world to her, but then again, I guess he did too. I'll always remember the last words I said to her." As humans, we always forget whatever it is that we have, until it's too late..

I dried the last plate and cautiously positioned it into the dish drainer, whilst bobbing my head to the beat of Demi Lovato's "Cool For The Summer". All of my friends teased me about my bizarre taste in music, but there was no denying the fact that they were most certainly telling the truth. Everyone has that one song that makes their heart beat faster and their stomach to drop to their knees and that just so happened to be mine. Music was always my first love, you know? I actually preferred it, rather than humans sometimes. It kept me content.  I was in a world of my own and everyone knew me here. Soon, the song switched.

"It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies.
Dressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodies.
God will probably have me on some real strict shit.
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked."

I felt the bass of my ipod's speakers bombarding my soul as this song played, Biggie Smalls' "Suicidal Thoughts". I was never allowed to listen to this type of music when my mom was around, but I related to it so much. Each word related to my every thought and symbolized a portion of my life that I could not explain myself. Whether it was positively or negatively. It made me feel as though someone could relate to me, I didn't have that feeling often so I cherished it anytime it came into existence.

Currently, I was finally done washing all of the dishes and dancing like popcorn over a hot fire. I twirled and swayed all over the kitchen, gyrating on the counters and singing along loudly to songs that played. The feeling that consumed my body was amazing, a feeling that I only felt when I was at home alone..

Soon, I heard a car pulling into our yard. I quickly rushed to the window like a bird escaping from a snare to see who it was, but it was just my mother and her boyfriend, Travis. Just seeing them together made me have to fight back the ever so strong urge of vomiting, it made me sick to my stomach.

His car was absolutely deplorable. On the passenger's side, the window was missing, so they pinned some type of plastic-like paper up to the window. Everytime he drove a few miles it would plummet, then he'd have to halt and 'fix it' again. Also, there were smashes on each side of the car. It was obvious that he'd played a major part in one too many accidents, but to top it off diesel fumes spewed from the tail end of the muffler, daily. I found it pretty hysterical how his car matched both his personality and his attitude. It was filthy.

Travis was the epitome of douches and no, i'm not exaggerating. I hated him for the life of me and when I say hate, I mean that if multiple buses were to accidentally roll him over today or tomorrow, there wouldn't be an organ in my body willing to produce an ounce of sympathy. Call me shallow, but it was the sad truth, and I wasn't ashamed of it either.

Before they got a chance to glimpse me, I skedaddled upstairs to my room and silently closed the door with my left hand.

Soon enough, I found myself leaning against the door, breathing like an athlete who just finished running the 3000 meter race. I visciously flinged my Ipod onto my caramel colored drawer with my right hand. Making sure that they had no clue that I was downstairs and hadn't even bothered to open up the door for them.

A few seconds after I'd arrived into my favorite place, which was my bedroom, by the way, I collapsed onto my bed in frustration, letting out a sigh so huge that perhaps, even the neighbors heard it.