Quietly His Fault

It’s pouring rain outside, and a car pulls up to a house on my block, curiosity gets the best of me so Cuddles and I walk up to the window to see who it is. It’s him. The boy who made me alive, and so easily took that life away from me. I hear the door bell ring, and I don’t want to answer it, but I want to give him a piece of my mind, which just shows how much he changed me. I wasn’t like this before. Before I had no friends, I wasn’t allowed. Before I only had a friend that was a teddy bear. Before I only wrote, that was all I did. Before him I never knew how to be… loud. The concept of being loud was foreign, and something I never thought I would be able to be, but I have been loud. It’s all his fault. It’s his fault I know how to be loud. It’s his fault that I know what it feels like to be a teenager. It’s his fault I know what it is like to have a friend. It’s his fault I know how it feels to be alive. It’s his fault I know what it is like to be in love.

I do not own Allstar Weekend; however I do own the plot and any other characters.

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