Status: Hey :) First story (on Mibba)! I thought I'd make it a fanfiction :3
Triangles
Tales from Another Broken Home
I learn after a week that Sean isn't that bad. He’s a loud little ball of fluff but I can tolerate him. I haven't mentally murdered him or even physically tried. He has a lot of feelings that need looking after. The simplest of things can upset him which I personally think is bullshit. He likes to talk a lot and he loves asking questions.
"Maybe you should come over sometime," he suggests as we walk home. I freeze over inside. I don't like being with too many people. It makes me dizzy. People like me at their own risk. I'm not a likeable person. "I sing in a band, maybe you could come over on Saturday?"
"I really don't know... " I reply quickly, trying to think of an acceptable excuse. When I see my hell hole come into view and idea springs to me. "I'm supposed to be seeing mum on Saturday... "
I lie.
I'd told Sean my mother was in hospital and that's why I went there after school. I don't know where mum is. I live in a hospital. I'm mentally sick and no one wants me. Mum had to give me up and she promised she'd visit. I haven't seen her since.
"But you go every day after school? Come on Echo! Just this Saturday," Sean begs. His eyes shine like they are brimming with tears.
"I can't Sean... " I make a beeline for the hospital. He grabs my arm and pulls back. I turn around, growling at him. I don't like being stopped. Echo Moon will not be held back.
"What's going on?" he asks. "I don't think your mother's ill. What's she ill with?"
Oh, good question.
"Oh, erm...cancer!" I think quickly, feeling smug. He doesn't let go of my arm.
"How long has she been ill for?"
"About 7 months."
"What kind of cancer?" he asks. I’m really beginning to get annoyed. Questions, questions, questions! Too many questions
"Just cancer okay!! Let me go! Bastard!" I tug away but for some reason he’s stronger than me.
"She's not sick!! What's going on, Echo?!?" He demands. He takes a hold of my hands and looked me in the eye. I feel sick, in this lovey-dovey position. There’s no getting away from him now. I stare at him for a moment - did I trust him enough? He'd tell everyone I live in a psycho-home.
"It's none of your business," I mutter harshly and yank my arms away, walking into the hospital.
It’s nobody's business.
"Maybe you should come over sometime," he suggests as we walk home. I freeze over inside. I don't like being with too many people. It makes me dizzy. People like me at their own risk. I'm not a likeable person. "I sing in a band, maybe you could come over on Saturday?"
"I really don't know... " I reply quickly, trying to think of an acceptable excuse. When I see my hell hole come into view and idea springs to me. "I'm supposed to be seeing mum on Saturday... "
I lie.
I'd told Sean my mother was in hospital and that's why I went there after school. I don't know where mum is. I live in a hospital. I'm mentally sick and no one wants me. Mum had to give me up and she promised she'd visit. I haven't seen her since.
"But you go every day after school? Come on Echo! Just this Saturday," Sean begs. His eyes shine like they are brimming with tears.
"I can't Sean... " I make a beeline for the hospital. He grabs my arm and pulls back. I turn around, growling at him. I don't like being stopped. Echo Moon will not be held back.
"What's going on?" he asks. "I don't think your mother's ill. What's she ill with?"
Oh, good question.
"Oh, erm...cancer!" I think quickly, feeling smug. He doesn't let go of my arm.
"How long has she been ill for?"
"About 7 months."
"What kind of cancer?" he asks. I’m really beginning to get annoyed. Questions, questions, questions! Too many questions
"Just cancer okay!! Let me go! Bastard!" I tug away but for some reason he’s stronger than me.
"She's not sick!! What's going on, Echo?!?" He demands. He takes a hold of my hands and looked me in the eye. I feel sick, in this lovey-dovey position. There’s no getting away from him now. I stare at him for a moment - did I trust him enough? He'd tell everyone I live in a psycho-home.
"It's none of your business," I mutter harshly and yank my arms away, walking into the hospital.
It’s nobody's business.
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*Beta'd*