Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Sept 8, 2009 11:10:40 GMT -8
Megan walked through the front door. She knew that she wasn't suppose to be out, but that didn't really matter to her. Megan just felt like she needed to get out, go for a walk. Otherwise, she had been feeling the urge to cut. Her dad would have understood, right? Sighing in frustration, Megan threw her bag by the front door and ran up to her room, slamming the door behind her. Thankfully, Christina wasn't home at the time, so she had the room to herself. Laying down on her bed, Megan looked over at the clock on her end table. 7:36. All she could think about lately was her brother and the words he had told her. She never realized how much those words could hurt. Like being stabbed in the back. It was painful. She sat up, feeling the tears fall down her face. All she wanted to do was talk to him, tell him how so very sorry she was. She never meant those words that she'd said to him. But did that give him reason to say the words he did?
Standing up, Megan walked over to her desk, opening her top draw. She pulled out her song notebook and opened to her most recent song...'I Wish'. That was what she'd named it. It was meant for Matt. But she knew that he would never see it. It probably wouldn't matter much to him anyway. But it mattered to her. She walked back to her bed and put it down, before grabbing her guitar. Sitting back on her bed, Megan strummed a few chords before she began to sing the words that she wrote, that she truly felt.
"I know that sometimes we fight
And at times we don't agree
You may not always get me
But I can always count on you
I wish that I could tell you
The way you make me feel
I wish that somehow you knew
Of how I looked up to you
At times you may be mad at me
At times I can act so mean
But I always no that no matter what
You will always be there to protect me
When things get bad
And I feel like my life is out of control
I know that I can count on you
And to catch me if I fall
I wish that I could tell you
The way you make me feel
I wish that somehow you knew
Of how I looked up to you
I wish I knew the words
To let you know how sorry I am
I wish that I could show you
How much I really do love you
What am I to do
How can I prove to you
That I'm not the girl
That people think I am
I wish that I could tell you
The way you make me feel
I wish that somehow you knew
Of how I looked up to you
Please listen to me
I just want to tell you I'm sorry
Please believe me
I never wanted to hurt you"
Megan set her guitar beside her bed and layed back down, as she felt the tears starting to fall again.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2009 12:06:00 GMT -8
A slamming door could be heard from across the house. Matt couldn't be sure of who could be in trouble, but Jonathon definetely looked piseed. Since Hayleigh wasn't home, Matt texted her ant told her not to come home yet, until he told her it was okay. He assumed she wouldn't know about Jonathon's temper and he wanted to keep it that way. With their dad in the hospital, Jonathon was the only adult in the house, and Matt did not like being in the care of a stranger. Especially since this particular stranger was abusive. As soon as he saw Jonathon slam the car door, looking very angry, Matt rushed to his room, grabbing his backpack and a jar of money he had already packed and then barged into Megan's room. He locked the door behind him, to give them a barrier between then and Jonathon, and looked at his sister. "Pack some clothes. We're getting out of here. Grab whatever money you've got and come on."
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