Something To Believe In

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Call-Me-Q, Feb 27, 2012.

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  1. Josh is Mason's dad.
     
  2. You best wall me when you update cuz if you don't I'm gonna die from crying and choking on pillow stuffing! Lol just kidding but plz wall me when you update!
     
  3. Thank you:) and please update!!!  bump!!
     
  4. Ahhhhh.! :) bumppp.!
     
  5. Okay, Alana. 
     
  6. WALL ME TOO
     
  7. You got it!
     
  8. Bad News:
    I'm silenced .. again. So, I can't wall you guys. Erm, sorry. 
     
  9. NOOOO but please update soon!! Bump bump bump
     
  10. BUMP!!! 
     
  11. ROSIEEEE UPDATEEEE !
     
  12. Part 31: Mason's Point of View

    The walls are caving in on me. Slowly crushing me. I'm trapped. There is no way to get out. Just slowly closing in on me, slowly losing oxygen. Slowly losing hope.

    I sat up abruptly, begging God to let someone I know be here with me. A very specific someone. Yes, I said God. It's a recent thing, but everyone needs something to believe in. Right now, I didn't have anything. So I had to believe someone was out there, who was watching over me. Trying to keep me safe.

    I groaned and put my head in my hands. Something I did every morning. It gave me some time to think about my night. I've done that a lot over the past week, just sit there and think.

    It's driving me insane. Part of me wants to go home. But then my mind tells me that I shouldn't go back to them, they lied to me.

    That's what kills me the most. Knowing they could have me living with them my whole life and only now tell me that I'm not actually a part of the family.

    I guess I should have figured it out. Dad and mom both have blonde hair and blue eyes, so does Colton. Then I have black hair and black eyes. I used to think it was because I was special, when I was younger. But now, it marked the fact that I wasn't truly a Parker. And I never will be. I don't even know what I am.

    I need to call Jenna, hear her voice and let her know I'm okay. But I can't bring myself to do it. Hearing her voice will have me running back there. I can't do that to myself.

    As it is, all I see is her face. "You're a really good kisser." I hear echoing in my head. Her flawless body just giving out as my lips brushed against hers, making her weak in the knees. It was adorable. I smiled small to myself. I always smiled when I thought of her.

    Only one person knows where I am. I didn't tell her..

    But she would know where to find me..
     
  13. I apologize for the short updates, guys.
     
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