ps. the picture is kinda what I imagine hazel looking like . xoxox
I got into Alex's Car and the first thing he says is
"I did not know you played guitar my love"
"I'm not very good." I say shyly
"we'll now that you are apart of a family full of musicians who are friends with a whole damn lot of musicians you are going to know how to be a one man band ."
I chuckled nervously .
this is something I need to ask .
"Alex do you think I'm a freak?" I blurted fast and squeaky
"why would you think that ?"
"because of the rehab and the meds . how many foster homes I've been through ." I sigh
"darling , you were strong enough to go through rehab , you helped yourself ."
"we'll dammit rehab didn't do a dam thing for my depression . sure I quit the drugs but I did that for Presley . My depression is consuming me Alex , and one day I'm going to let it ."
"hazel it's going to be okay ."
"DAMN IT . it's not going to be okay Alex . how would you feel if everyone in your family blames you for your mothers death . they won't even adopt me or call me . nothing damn it . the selfish bitch left me with no one . " I started to cry . mentally slapping myself for opening up to Alex .
"hazel , I can't say I understand what your going through all the way . but I want to help you . I want to help you help yourself . I want you to kick depressions ass . "
"Alex ..."
"yes ?"
"I love you ."
"I love you too ."
I knew at this moment in time . Alexander William Gaskarth was not letting me go, and he was going to help me . I'm not sure how I feel about it but he cares more than my family ever did already .