Beyond My Open Scars.

Chapter One: Wanting to Walk Towards the Edge of the Earth.

You see, love is messy.

Love took my darling girl away from me. The only one that I've ever wanted. Gone in an instant. Because of selfish, selfish love. Love wanted her all to itself. Love shattered me into more than a million pieces. Every organ, bone, and my heart shattered. I felt it all. And it's not pleasant.

"Dean..." My mother began. She was just upset as I was. My dad was too. My parents adored her. We all thought she was the one.

"...Are you coming down for dinner, love?" She asked.

"Um, I was going to eat up here, if that's okay with you?" I replied in a soft voice. My mother slightly rolled her eyes, annoyed yet understanding of what I was going through. The guilt in the pit of my stomach tensed as my mother's sad eyes walked away meeting dad half way down the stairs.
I then heard mumbling. Mom's disappointed. That's when I got lost in my thoughts.
Did she even love me? I knew I loved her, but why? Why is love so damn rough? Why must love be so harsh and cruel on one's soul? Why was it me out of all peopl-

And not a moment too soon, my mother slowly and quietly walked in with my father with a plate of steak, rice and green beans.
But both of them? That normally doesn't happen on a regular basis. The last time it happened is when I found out that Delilah had-

"Dean, you awake there, buddy?" My dad waved in front of my face. I snapped out of my thoughts for a moment, and came back to reality.

"Dean, honey..." mom began. "We..We need to talk. You're not in trouble."

That's when the gears in my head started turning and the emotional rollercoaster started escalating. I could feel my heartbeat begin to race and rise up from my chest, and into my throat. And that's when it hit me, and I wanted to walk out of the house and never stop. I became extremely nauseated, with having the urge to vomit.

Uh oh. This can't be good.
Not good at all.