(tba) Section 1: Confined: Chapter 1
New story part 1
Section 1: Confined: Chapter 1 I sweep my legs over my bed and keep in the tears that had been waiting to escape. I flushed with anger, but, I was also overcome with sadness. I remember the conversation I had with my family just a few minutes prior. My family hated everything about me, and losing my self confidence, I could see why. I always had seen why, but the reason for hating me was quite simple. I'm Blake, a grey and white husky. I'm about 5'5 I'm attending 7th grade at the middle school down the road. I'm quite the normal height for a 13 year old husky. I look to my tear soaked jeans. I remember my father's hateful words. I see the only thing left to do is fall into sleep. I calm myself, and I try to find comfort in my bed. -Conversation Prior- "Blake! Come down here!" My full wolf mother calls. I tread down the mahogany stairs into the living room. My parents are sitting on the lime green couches glaring at me. "Yes?" I anwser, feeling a bit worried about what is to come. "We looked through your journal and saw that in November, you told a guy about your feelings.. Is this true?" I feel my face flush up as I stammer, "H-hey! That's my journal! Keep your nose in your own business!" My father, a husky with grey fur, stands up, "You'd better apologize to her right now!" I feel his hot breath in my face, clearly infuriated. I feel anger rise in me. They VIOLATED my privacy! But, I knew better than to fight with him. "I-'m sorry." She looks towards me, "You cannot tell anyone! You need to stop and think about someone else for a change!" ...How is love ever selfish? They say they support me, yet they tell me to keep it hidden, and sometimes try to forget it themselves. Father picks up where she left off. "YOU ARE THE ONE KILLING OFF MY FAMILY LINE! I AM NOT GOING TO HAVE YOUR GAYNESS IN MY HOUSE!" "Ye-yes sir." "No sorry?!" "No. I'm not going to be sorry for being who I am." I walk from the living room to my cove upstairs. I know they hate me. I do suppose it's true, though. I have my sister to protect, and they have to keep their jobs. And the guilt I have in my chest for lying to my friends about this; I decided to ignore it. -3 months later- I now am in school. Top grades, and I have a lot of fun doing the work presented there. I walk around the open field after the day was done and scurried home. I was going to the Valentines Day Dance. Alone, of course. Girls made me feel uncomfortable. I arrive in a white dress shirt and black pants beneath. I look to the crowd of rowdy middle schoolers, who were dancing ferociously with their partner in arms. I came to observe, as I'm not the overachiever when it comes to dancing if I don't have to. I stand,
clapping along with the other students standing in the sidelines. I go to purchase a drink, when a guy about my height, a orange fox with green eyes, comes up to me. I stand still. I-t's Chrom Meyers. His name was given to him because it continued his family line all having 16th century names. He's wearing a blue shirt, but with grey pants. He seems...worried. Quivering lip, stuttering, yep. He had it all, though I probably was as frightened. I relax to help him relax. "H-hey" I smile. "U-um, can I talk to you alone, outside?" He gestures towards the door nervously. I-s Is he!? I try to contain my blush, as I walked outside of the brick red school building. We sat on a concrete box used to contain the minute tree that was on the verge of wilting. We look out to the moon, and suddenly my senses block out the voices from inside, and focused on him. My heart is pounding out of my chest, but I didn't speed up this process at all. I wanted to spend time with him. He shivers, and immediately, I take off my coat and put it around him. He bluses, the red poking out from the fox's red fur. The wind ruffles through our fur, and we stare into eachothers' eyes. "Chrom... There's something I have to tell you..." "I.. Too." "I have a crush on you." We both said simultaneously. We looked away and blushed... "I-It wouldn't work out." I begin to tear as he hugs me and asks, why not. "My family, they want me to hide myself. They've made me think... Love is selfish." "I'm sorry." "There's more... I have to protect my sister, to do that, I have to live a lie... My friends, they can't trust me because they don't know this! I've lied to them up to the point I don't feel guilt." "Do you lie to your parents?" "....Yes. I have to be myself sometimes, and I don't want them to take away the sites that have temporarily given me safe haven. I... Don't feel guilt to them either... How could you feel wrong about lieing to the people who make you lie?" I cry a bit harder, almost in to his shoulder. He looks into my eyes. "What's the point of a relationship if you can't show affection anywhere. I don't want you to be pulled into this as well!" I explain. He pulls me out of the hug and says, "The point is I love you." He kisses me, and I kiss him back. "I want to be your boyfriend, Blake. I don't care about your parents. But, I will give you the choice. Do you want me?" I remember a few lyrics of a song that never made sense to me until now.(http://youtu.be/pP0B-DyfEB0)In the song, there are the lyrics: There's a voice that says your heart or my soul, and the sun comes down with all my call. Where's your feelings and where is your life... I noticed the true meaning of these
lyrics. Shall I make his heart joyful, or depress my soul. It's a choice only I can make. What's real? Why do I suppress my feelings? I stand there, my eyes watering. I hug him tightly and anwser the question I thought I'd never hear. "Yes..., but I need your help to protect my sister even more if the rumors spread." "While I'm yours, your sister will be my sister. I won't let anyone touch her." I hug him out of pure joy and kiss him, and soon, the time to separate has come, but we did trade our phone numbers. I felt... Love.... Happiness... And for the first time, I wasn't lying to myself like I have so many others.(All right! New story! New ideas! As with any story, I would like opinions. And don't worry, This will not have death like my last story: Shattered Glass.)