Ok people, another fanfiction for you! This one, I hope, will be deeper and a little more serious...
So, here you go, and make sure to review! All reviews are greatly appreciated!
-Why do we keep secrets?-
A young girl walked down an empty street, she tucked a lock of chocolate brown hair behind her ear and glanced up at the clear blue sky with shimmering scarlet orbs; Hillary sighed and continued her journey to the Kinomiya dojo, her sandals slapping gently against the pavement beneath her. The pink shirt she wore hung loosely around her upper body, perfect for a hot day such as this and a short white skirt accompanied her outfit. As the adolescent turned into the entrance of her friend's home, she heard shouting and her brows furrowed. She quickened her pace and pulled apart the sliding doors to the dojo, a bead of sweat trickling down her face as she sighed, seeing what she saw.
"Grandpa, get off meeeee!!!" a midnight haired boy named Tyson exclaimed, trapped underneath his elder who sat firmly on top of his grandson with a kendo stick in hand. Tyson's eyes were securely shut as he tried to push his senior off him, but his growls of pain were in vain as the old man wouldn't budge.
"Ya gotta be faster than that, dude! Make sure ya don't lose your cool and stay in the groove!" Grandpa Kinomiya rambled, not noticing the brunette opening the doors.
"Good afternoon Mr Kinomiya," Hillary greeted pleasantly, bowing her head so strands of toffee coloured bangs fell in front of her eyes.
"Hey little dude, your gal pal is visiting the crib!" the elder whacked his grandson over the head with the kendo stick and glanced up to Hillary, "Hey there!"
The midnight haired boy's chocolate brown orbs shot open instantly, he saw Hillary standing in the doorway and while his grandfather was off guard...
"Ha!" Tyson jumped up, sending his elder to the ground with a thud and he smirked triumphantly. He looked back at him and laughed, scratching the back of his head, "Sorry Grandpa, but I think you've had enough training for today!"
Hillary cocked her head to the side, her brown bangs gently bobbing to and fro and she glanced at Tyson. Her once bright and cheerful crimson optics were filled with sorrow and melancholy and she peered down to the wooden floor; however, she was immediately jerked away by the grasp of her hand by Tyson, who bolted out the door faster than the speed of light itself.
"Ty-soooooon!! You get your caboose back here right this minute, or no more kendo for a month!!" Grandpa yelled after them, waving a fist in the air angrily.
"That's a risk I'm willing to take, Grandpa!" the sapphire haired boy called back behind him, grinning like the Cheshire cat as he hauled Hillary out into the empty street.
"Tyson!" Hillary screeched, pulling away from the beyblader as she pouted and placed her slender hands upon her hips. She glared at the Dragoon- wielder with narrowed ruby red orbs, angry for yanking her so hard out of the dojo.
"What? I got you outta there, didn't I?" Tyson smirked, bearing all teeth and placing a hand behind his head; he laughed nervously with his toffee brown hues tightly shut, hoping the young female wouldn't resort to violence and start hitting him.
"Well...don't do it again..." she grumbled, sulking as she folded her arms across her chest and turned her head away.
Tyson opened one innocent chocolate orb slowly, noticing she wasn't hitting him or screaming in his face; he instantaneously became worried and opened the other eye, staring at his friend with concern.
"Something up, Hillary? How come you're not shouting and screaming at me?!" Tyson queried, tilting his head to the side slowly and trying to peer into her crimson optics.
"Tyson-" Hillary began, barely audible as her voice was so quiet. "I-"
"Tyson!" another voice called, interrupting what Hillary was going to say; Tyson and Hillary's heads snapped up and they saw a small boy running towards them, laptop in hand. "Tyson, look what I found!" he called.
"What is it, Kenny?" Tyson questioned once the shorter brown haired boy had reached them; Kenny panted heavily, bending down and placing his hands on his knees tiredly before standing up straight and adjusting the glasses on his head.
Hillary's brows furrowed and she sighed, she had been completely forgotten about. But the young female tried to not let it get to her, and she smiled at the newcomer amiably.
"Oh, hi Hillary!" Kenny greeted, smiling back and hurriedly moving on, "Tyson, look at this," he told the adolescent beyblader, opening up his laptop and shoving the screen in front of his face.
"Hey, calm down Kenny!" exclaimed the computerised voice of Dizzy, the trapped bit, "You'll scramble my circuits if you keep throwing me around like that!!"
"Sorry Dizzy, but could you open that file I discovered earlier?" Kenny pleaded, obviously keen to reveal what he had uncovered.
"Ok, Ok," she finally agreed, the screen opening up a blue file with information running across the monitor at a rapid pace.
At last, a picture of a teenage boy appeared on the screen; Tyson cocked his head to the side in confusion and parted his lips to speak.
"Ok, that's Kai. What's the big deal?" queried the naïve chocolate orbed teen, looking up to Kenny who sighed.
"Yes, it's Kai. But look closer, Tyson!" he exclaimed; this intrigued Hillary as she also peered down at the VDU, her crimson optics glanced to what Kai held in his hand, a beyblade.
"Oh, it's one of those bey-thingys, right?" Hillary asked, glancing up to the light haired boy.
"Wait a minute..." Tyson began, narrowing his russet orbs at the picture, "that's not his beyblade...that's not Dranzer..." he explained. Hillary rutted her brows and leaned in so both hers and Tyson's faces were almost touching, her eyes widened as she realised that Tyson was right.
"Exactly!" Kenny cried, pulling Dizzy back to him and closing her, "Well, it is Dranzer, but this Dranzer is new and improved. And Kai's out for a fight, Tyson," the young computer whiz clarified, staring intently at the Japanese blader.
"With me?" asked the midnight haired boy, pointing to himself and staring at his friend.
"Yes, with you Tyson!!" Kenny replied, slapping a hand against his forehead in despair and yearning for the day when Tyson's ignorance would be vanquished for good.
"But...why would he want to battle Tyson?" asked Hillary, scratching the back of her head in perplexity and awaiting a reply.
"Well, I think that he thinks that with this new Dranzer, or 'Dranzer X' as he calls it, he can defeat Tyson and take back his title of the World Champion...well, that must be it! What other reason would he have, Tyson?" Kenny pondered, holding his silver laptop under his arm and using a free hand to tweak the rounded glasses atop his mop of light toffee tresses.
Hillary suddenly felt a twinge in her stomach; she used a slender hand to press against the pain as she grimaced, her ruby red orbs gaze lowered to her abdomen and she brought down her eyebrows in ache.
"Hey, are you alright Hillary?" Tyson asked, turning to his friend and analysing her facial expression with chocolate brown optics.
"Uh...yeah....it's just a stomach ache..." she muttered, feeling the cramp in her stomach clench tighter. A small gasp escaped her lips but she tried to forget about it, she glanced up to Tyson and managed a faint smile.
"Hey," Kenny peered down at the young female, "maybe you should take some aspirin or something, you look like you're in a lot of pain..." he suggested, correcting his rotund glasses.
Hillary slowly nodded, agreeing that it would be better than doing nothing as Tyson ran inside to fetch her a tablet; perhaps that would ease the pain, if do anything.
"Here you go, Hillary," Tyson walked back outside, holding a glass of still water in one hand and a small white pill in the other. He handed them tenderly to his friend and stared intently at her as she took them, Tyson gently tucked a feral lock of sapphire behind his ear as Kenny spoke up again.
"Yeah, I hear there's some kind of summer flu going around," he spoke, reassuring the other two older teens.
Tyson turned back to the Chief, temporarily disregarding Hillary as he continued to question the young boy, "Well, anyway, if Kai wants a fight...then he's got it!" he argued, feeling proud of himself as he smirked smugly.
Kenny's mouth dropped open as he slapped his forehead in exasperation, it was expected for the azure haired teen to rush into things, if only he didn't have to do it all the time...
"Tyson, don't be an idiot!" the short juvenile exclaimed in a high pitched tone, "Kai is much too strong for you now, and even if he wasn't, you wouldn't know where to begin looking for him!" he explained, being quite truthful.
Hillary stood by and gradually, the ache in her abdomen ceased and she sighed; there was still a small twinge but it wasn't as painful as before, the adolescent female then glanced back up with cherry red eyes at Tyson and managed a small grin.
"I'm sure you can do it, Tyson," she commented, standing by before the beyblader glanced in her direction; he smiled happily and laughed.
"See! Hillary believes in me, so should you, Chief!" Tyson explained, watching Kenny's expression turn sour.
'I've always believed in you, Tyson...' thought Hillary, 'but sometimes you can be so stubborn and you don't listen...I wish you would, there's so much I need to tell you...'
A light and humid wind passed, brushing locks of feral chocolate brown bangs back and triggering Hillary to squint her crimson orbs, strands of coffee coloured tresses briefly obstructing her vision. Hillary then held out an empty glass to the sapphire haired teen, waiting for him to accept it.
"Here, Tyson. Thank you," she told him, Tyson glancing round and smiling at his friend. It was very strange of Hillary to act so nice, the blader thought, but he took advantage of the situation and made the most of it.
"Thanks, Hillary. Hey, do you think you could do my homework, too?" he laughed, taking the glass and using a free hand to scratch the back of his head. Kenny shook his head and sighed, he really thought Tyson would have learned by now...
Don't annoy Hillary!!
The brunette's once peaceful expression then twisted into a narrowing of scarlet, fiery optics and a wide frown; why could Tyson never say anything right?
"Tyson!" the female shouted, clenching her fists by her sides and growling angrily, "why can you never be nice to me, huh? I try my very best and all you can do is-"
"Hey, it's not like you're ever nice to me, Ice Queen!!" the midnight haired boy called back, his look turning obnoxious.
Hillary was silent and Kenny held his face behind his hands; he didn't want to witness the death of Tyson, especially in this close a radius. A glint of clear liquid sparkled in Hillary's ruby red optic and she dipped her eyebrows backwards, a trail of translucent liquid slid down her pale cheek as she parted her lips to speak.
"Fine! Well this Ice Queen is GONE!!" she screamed, turning away and sprinting as fast as she possibly could. Tears streamed down her face, she hated it when Tyson was so malicious, so uncaring, so...infuriating!
"That was a dumb thing to do, Tyson..." the Chief remarked, lowering his hands from his eyes and gazing up at his friend.
"She deserved it, I mean, I gave her a pill for her stomach ache and all she can do is shout at me!" the stubborn teen retorted, angry with Hillary as he folded his arms.
"Well, it was kinda your fault, Ty-"
"Who's side are you on?!" a pair of focused russet eyes glared down at Kenny, examining him for a response.
"Well, no-one's but-"
"But you think that Hillary's right?!! The queen of mean, ice queen, wicked witch of the eighth grade?!" he yelled, sun reflecting off his glimmering sapphire locks.
"Tyson, just listen to me!!!" Kenny snapped back, glowering up at the Dragoon-wielder; the boy soon shut his mouth, but he wasn't happy about it.
"Fine."
"Thank you!" Kenny sighed, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead as he continued, "Right, now I know your intentions were purely innocent.... but you did-" Kenny raised a finger to his lips as he saw Tyson about to interrupt, and carried on when the blue haired boy had stopped. "But you DID start it, you should go over to her house and apologise...ok?"
"What?! Why?! She should be coming back here and apologising to me!" Tyson pointed to himself and huffed, looking away with chocolate brown pools.
"Just do it, ok? Or I won't give you some inside info on Kai's whereabouts..." the shorter brown haired boy smirked, easily able to blackmail the other adolescent.
"Heeeeeeey!! That's not fair!!" Tyson whined, looking back at Kenny, glancing to his laptop angrily and then back into his friend's eyes.
"Just do what I said, swallow your pride for once in your life!!"
"Fine, but you have to PROMISE to show me that info later, ok?" Tyson queried, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah yeah, just go will you?" Kenny persisted, pushing his friend in the direction of Hillary's home; he laughed as Tyson growled.
"I'm going, I'm going!!" the beyblader answered, stumbling away from the shoves of the Chief and walking slowly and miserably to Hillary's residence; Kenny smiled and laughed quietly, walking in the other direction.
Hillary collapsed onto her bed, sobbing into her pillow as her crimson orbs swelled with salty tears and her body shuddered uncontrollably; the young female curled up into a secure ball, wanting to reside in her own world and never face reality again. More stings occurred one after the other just below her breastbone, it felt like a bad stomach cramp and she just wanted the pain to go away.
"Why is...why is Tyson being like this?" she gasped between snivels, wiping back sodden strands of deep brown tresses. "Why can't he listen...why?" she questioned over and over again, so many questions but not enough answers.
"He doesn't know about me.... about.... what's happening..." she whispered, moaning in agony as another painful twinge constricted her abdomen, "I...love him.... and I-he-"
She couldn't finish, she was hurting too much and her deep scarlet orbs were pained, exhausted from shedding endless tears. Her fragile body trembled as she cried, quieter into her pillow. Slender fingers grasped the pure white covers, such purity fused with the corrupt body of a young girl....
-Why do we keep secrets?-
Well, that was it folks Uh, I hope you enjoyed reading it and if you would like me to continue, please R&R. Every review is greatly appreciated, so thank you!
Ja!
So, here you go, and make sure to review! All reviews are greatly appreciated!
-Why do we keep secrets?-
A young girl walked down an empty street, she tucked a lock of chocolate brown hair behind her ear and glanced up at the clear blue sky with shimmering scarlet orbs; Hillary sighed and continued her journey to the Kinomiya dojo, her sandals slapping gently against the pavement beneath her. The pink shirt she wore hung loosely around her upper body, perfect for a hot day such as this and a short white skirt accompanied her outfit. As the adolescent turned into the entrance of her friend's home, she heard shouting and her brows furrowed. She quickened her pace and pulled apart the sliding doors to the dojo, a bead of sweat trickling down her face as she sighed, seeing what she saw.
"Grandpa, get off meeeee!!!" a midnight haired boy named Tyson exclaimed, trapped underneath his elder who sat firmly on top of his grandson with a kendo stick in hand. Tyson's eyes were securely shut as he tried to push his senior off him, but his growls of pain were in vain as the old man wouldn't budge.
"Ya gotta be faster than that, dude! Make sure ya don't lose your cool and stay in the groove!" Grandpa Kinomiya rambled, not noticing the brunette opening the doors.
"Good afternoon Mr Kinomiya," Hillary greeted pleasantly, bowing her head so strands of toffee coloured bangs fell in front of her eyes.
"Hey little dude, your gal pal is visiting the crib!" the elder whacked his grandson over the head with the kendo stick and glanced up to Hillary, "Hey there!"
The midnight haired boy's chocolate brown orbs shot open instantly, he saw Hillary standing in the doorway and while his grandfather was off guard...
"Ha!" Tyson jumped up, sending his elder to the ground with a thud and he smirked triumphantly. He looked back at him and laughed, scratching the back of his head, "Sorry Grandpa, but I think you've had enough training for today!"
Hillary cocked her head to the side, her brown bangs gently bobbing to and fro and she glanced at Tyson. Her once bright and cheerful crimson optics were filled with sorrow and melancholy and she peered down to the wooden floor; however, she was immediately jerked away by the grasp of her hand by Tyson, who bolted out the door faster than the speed of light itself.
"Ty-soooooon!! You get your caboose back here right this minute, or no more kendo for a month!!" Grandpa yelled after them, waving a fist in the air angrily.
"That's a risk I'm willing to take, Grandpa!" the sapphire haired boy called back behind him, grinning like the Cheshire cat as he hauled Hillary out into the empty street.
"Tyson!" Hillary screeched, pulling away from the beyblader as she pouted and placed her slender hands upon her hips. She glared at the Dragoon- wielder with narrowed ruby red orbs, angry for yanking her so hard out of the dojo.
"What? I got you outta there, didn't I?" Tyson smirked, bearing all teeth and placing a hand behind his head; he laughed nervously with his toffee brown hues tightly shut, hoping the young female wouldn't resort to violence and start hitting him.
"Well...don't do it again..." she grumbled, sulking as she folded her arms across her chest and turned her head away.
Tyson opened one innocent chocolate orb slowly, noticing she wasn't hitting him or screaming in his face; he instantaneously became worried and opened the other eye, staring at his friend with concern.
"Something up, Hillary? How come you're not shouting and screaming at me?!" Tyson queried, tilting his head to the side slowly and trying to peer into her crimson optics.
"Tyson-" Hillary began, barely audible as her voice was so quiet. "I-"
"Tyson!" another voice called, interrupting what Hillary was going to say; Tyson and Hillary's heads snapped up and they saw a small boy running towards them, laptop in hand. "Tyson, look what I found!" he called.
"What is it, Kenny?" Tyson questioned once the shorter brown haired boy had reached them; Kenny panted heavily, bending down and placing his hands on his knees tiredly before standing up straight and adjusting the glasses on his head.
Hillary's brows furrowed and she sighed, she had been completely forgotten about. But the young female tried to not let it get to her, and she smiled at the newcomer amiably.
"Oh, hi Hillary!" Kenny greeted, smiling back and hurriedly moving on, "Tyson, look at this," he told the adolescent beyblader, opening up his laptop and shoving the screen in front of his face.
"Hey, calm down Kenny!" exclaimed the computerised voice of Dizzy, the trapped bit, "You'll scramble my circuits if you keep throwing me around like that!!"
"Sorry Dizzy, but could you open that file I discovered earlier?" Kenny pleaded, obviously keen to reveal what he had uncovered.
"Ok, Ok," she finally agreed, the screen opening up a blue file with information running across the monitor at a rapid pace.
At last, a picture of a teenage boy appeared on the screen; Tyson cocked his head to the side in confusion and parted his lips to speak.
"Ok, that's Kai. What's the big deal?" queried the naïve chocolate orbed teen, looking up to Kenny who sighed.
"Yes, it's Kai. But look closer, Tyson!" he exclaimed; this intrigued Hillary as she also peered down at the VDU, her crimson optics glanced to what Kai held in his hand, a beyblade.
"Oh, it's one of those bey-thingys, right?" Hillary asked, glancing up to the light haired boy.
"Wait a minute..." Tyson began, narrowing his russet orbs at the picture, "that's not his beyblade...that's not Dranzer..." he explained. Hillary rutted her brows and leaned in so both hers and Tyson's faces were almost touching, her eyes widened as she realised that Tyson was right.
"Exactly!" Kenny cried, pulling Dizzy back to him and closing her, "Well, it is Dranzer, but this Dranzer is new and improved. And Kai's out for a fight, Tyson," the young computer whiz clarified, staring intently at the Japanese blader.
"With me?" asked the midnight haired boy, pointing to himself and staring at his friend.
"Yes, with you Tyson!!" Kenny replied, slapping a hand against his forehead in despair and yearning for the day when Tyson's ignorance would be vanquished for good.
"But...why would he want to battle Tyson?" asked Hillary, scratching the back of her head in perplexity and awaiting a reply.
"Well, I think that he thinks that with this new Dranzer, or 'Dranzer X' as he calls it, he can defeat Tyson and take back his title of the World Champion...well, that must be it! What other reason would he have, Tyson?" Kenny pondered, holding his silver laptop under his arm and using a free hand to tweak the rounded glasses atop his mop of light toffee tresses.
Hillary suddenly felt a twinge in her stomach; she used a slender hand to press against the pain as she grimaced, her ruby red orbs gaze lowered to her abdomen and she brought down her eyebrows in ache.
"Hey, are you alright Hillary?" Tyson asked, turning to his friend and analysing her facial expression with chocolate brown optics.
"Uh...yeah....it's just a stomach ache..." she muttered, feeling the cramp in her stomach clench tighter. A small gasp escaped her lips but she tried to forget about it, she glanced up to Tyson and managed a faint smile.
"Hey," Kenny peered down at the young female, "maybe you should take some aspirin or something, you look like you're in a lot of pain..." he suggested, correcting his rotund glasses.
Hillary slowly nodded, agreeing that it would be better than doing nothing as Tyson ran inside to fetch her a tablet; perhaps that would ease the pain, if do anything.
"Here you go, Hillary," Tyson walked back outside, holding a glass of still water in one hand and a small white pill in the other. He handed them tenderly to his friend and stared intently at her as she took them, Tyson gently tucked a feral lock of sapphire behind his ear as Kenny spoke up again.
"Yeah, I hear there's some kind of summer flu going around," he spoke, reassuring the other two older teens.
Tyson turned back to the Chief, temporarily disregarding Hillary as he continued to question the young boy, "Well, anyway, if Kai wants a fight...then he's got it!" he argued, feeling proud of himself as he smirked smugly.
Kenny's mouth dropped open as he slapped his forehead in exasperation, it was expected for the azure haired teen to rush into things, if only he didn't have to do it all the time...
"Tyson, don't be an idiot!" the short juvenile exclaimed in a high pitched tone, "Kai is much too strong for you now, and even if he wasn't, you wouldn't know where to begin looking for him!" he explained, being quite truthful.
Hillary stood by and gradually, the ache in her abdomen ceased and she sighed; there was still a small twinge but it wasn't as painful as before, the adolescent female then glanced back up with cherry red eyes at Tyson and managed a small grin.
"I'm sure you can do it, Tyson," she commented, standing by before the beyblader glanced in her direction; he smiled happily and laughed.
"See! Hillary believes in me, so should you, Chief!" Tyson explained, watching Kenny's expression turn sour.
'I've always believed in you, Tyson...' thought Hillary, 'but sometimes you can be so stubborn and you don't listen...I wish you would, there's so much I need to tell you...'
A light and humid wind passed, brushing locks of feral chocolate brown bangs back and triggering Hillary to squint her crimson orbs, strands of coffee coloured tresses briefly obstructing her vision. Hillary then held out an empty glass to the sapphire haired teen, waiting for him to accept it.
"Here, Tyson. Thank you," she told him, Tyson glancing round and smiling at his friend. It was very strange of Hillary to act so nice, the blader thought, but he took advantage of the situation and made the most of it.
"Thanks, Hillary. Hey, do you think you could do my homework, too?" he laughed, taking the glass and using a free hand to scratch the back of his head. Kenny shook his head and sighed, he really thought Tyson would have learned by now...
Don't annoy Hillary!!
The brunette's once peaceful expression then twisted into a narrowing of scarlet, fiery optics and a wide frown; why could Tyson never say anything right?
"Tyson!" the female shouted, clenching her fists by her sides and growling angrily, "why can you never be nice to me, huh? I try my very best and all you can do is-"
"Hey, it's not like you're ever nice to me, Ice Queen!!" the midnight haired boy called back, his look turning obnoxious.
Hillary was silent and Kenny held his face behind his hands; he didn't want to witness the death of Tyson, especially in this close a radius. A glint of clear liquid sparkled in Hillary's ruby red optic and she dipped her eyebrows backwards, a trail of translucent liquid slid down her pale cheek as she parted her lips to speak.
"Fine! Well this Ice Queen is GONE!!" she screamed, turning away and sprinting as fast as she possibly could. Tears streamed down her face, she hated it when Tyson was so malicious, so uncaring, so...infuriating!
"That was a dumb thing to do, Tyson..." the Chief remarked, lowering his hands from his eyes and gazing up at his friend.
"She deserved it, I mean, I gave her a pill for her stomach ache and all she can do is shout at me!" the stubborn teen retorted, angry with Hillary as he folded his arms.
"Well, it was kinda your fault, Ty-"
"Who's side are you on?!" a pair of focused russet eyes glared down at Kenny, examining him for a response.
"Well, no-one's but-"
"But you think that Hillary's right?!! The queen of mean, ice queen, wicked witch of the eighth grade?!" he yelled, sun reflecting off his glimmering sapphire locks.
"Tyson, just listen to me!!!" Kenny snapped back, glowering up at the Dragoon-wielder; the boy soon shut his mouth, but he wasn't happy about it.
"Fine."
"Thank you!" Kenny sighed, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead as he continued, "Right, now I know your intentions were purely innocent.... but you did-" Kenny raised a finger to his lips as he saw Tyson about to interrupt, and carried on when the blue haired boy had stopped. "But you DID start it, you should go over to her house and apologise...ok?"
"What?! Why?! She should be coming back here and apologising to me!" Tyson pointed to himself and huffed, looking away with chocolate brown pools.
"Just do it, ok? Or I won't give you some inside info on Kai's whereabouts..." the shorter brown haired boy smirked, easily able to blackmail the other adolescent.
"Heeeeeeey!! That's not fair!!" Tyson whined, looking back at Kenny, glancing to his laptop angrily and then back into his friend's eyes.
"Just do what I said, swallow your pride for once in your life!!"
"Fine, but you have to PROMISE to show me that info later, ok?" Tyson queried, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah yeah, just go will you?" Kenny persisted, pushing his friend in the direction of Hillary's home; he laughed as Tyson growled.
"I'm going, I'm going!!" the beyblader answered, stumbling away from the shoves of the Chief and walking slowly and miserably to Hillary's residence; Kenny smiled and laughed quietly, walking in the other direction.
Hillary collapsed onto her bed, sobbing into her pillow as her crimson orbs swelled with salty tears and her body shuddered uncontrollably; the young female curled up into a secure ball, wanting to reside in her own world and never face reality again. More stings occurred one after the other just below her breastbone, it felt like a bad stomach cramp and she just wanted the pain to go away.
"Why is...why is Tyson being like this?" she gasped between snivels, wiping back sodden strands of deep brown tresses. "Why can't he listen...why?" she questioned over and over again, so many questions but not enough answers.
"He doesn't know about me.... about.... what's happening..." she whispered, moaning in agony as another painful twinge constricted her abdomen, "I...love him.... and I-he-"
She couldn't finish, she was hurting too much and her deep scarlet orbs were pained, exhausted from shedding endless tears. Her fragile body trembled as she cried, quieter into her pillow. Slender fingers grasped the pure white covers, such purity fused with the corrupt body of a young girl....
-Why do we keep secrets?-
Well, that was it folks Uh, I hope you enjoyed reading it and if you would like me to continue, please R&R. Every review is greatly appreciated, so thank you!
Ja!