Secrets, everyone has them. Whether they are secrets about themselves or other people or even a group of people, everyone will eventually have one or two, maybe more.
Some secrets will be forced, some a burden to keep, and some may be necessary to share for the well-being of everyone involved. That's when secrets can start to complicate things, relationships, friendships, other people's lives. I should know. Secrets, mainly other people's, were the reason I left my beautiful home within the community known as The Gates.
You see, another thing with secrets is that most people, if not all, don't like it when their secrets are found out. In my case, I did not just find out one secret, I found out two. Two big, unbelievable secrets. One other thing about these secrets, they weren't just about one person; they were about two specific groups in The Gates community.
So with that being said, I guess "left my beautiful home" was the wrong thing to say. That would imply that I left voluntarily, on my own free will. Instead, it was more like my parents voluntold me to live elsewhere.
That elsewhere happened to be with my Aunt Corinne in good ol' Forks, Washington. My parents thought it would be a good change of scene for me.
On top of being forced to keep The Gates' two biggest secrets, I also had to deal with my younger brother's sudden disappearance. It was the only reason they stayed and chose to endure the residents' newly found hostile attitude towards them; they were holding onto the hope that my brother would return.
It was hard for me to leave, knowing my brother was lost, but at the same time, I was relieved. I was relieved to be able to get away from the people who I pissed off. The people who stopped greeting me with smiles, but rather with cold, icy stares. The people who stopped asking how I was doing and instead kept reminding me to keep my mouth shut or else. Or else what? I didn't know. I didn't want to find out.
I was relieved to be able to get away from it all. I wanted nothing more than to bury the secrets deep, deep, deep in my mind to eventually forget and to move on and start anew.
Unfortunately, Forks was not the best town for that.