may I (c o n f i d e) (Cass)
Jul 1, 2011 21:57:05 GMT -5
Post by Arrow on Jul 1, 2011 21:57:05 GMT -5
m o r g a i n e s i m o n e t t e
Got a secret, can you keep it?
Morgaine Simonette had a secret. I had a secret. I had been afraid to tell anyone. My secret was not my type at all. This secret would totally change the image one might have crafted of me if they knew me more than just a little. It wasn't me anymore. I had died, and now some imposter was inhabiting my body, my mind. I had changed rapidly. I fell over the edge. Now I was afraid to tell anyone. After all, it had only been a week. I had desperately been trying to find someone who I did not know to confide in, so they would not care at the least bit. Someone who, by chance, I would never run into again. I needed to get it off of my chest before it ate me alive.
Actually, it had been almost three weeks. Time seemed to fly. I was actually happy. I had someone who cared about me. It was a nice feeling, to be cared about. Possibly even loved by someone who isn't related and thus is supposed to love you. Family love was something I knew little about. This was a different sort of fondness, coming from someone who isn't related to me at all- I hope.
Nyklus Moalkis is easily the person who has treated me with the most kindness and tolerance of anyone I've ever met. My step mother was tolerant because of the injury that wasn't my fault, but not kind. She could be incredibly hawkish and cruel at times. Others she was in the neutral grounds. Never was the the Mother I always wanted. Never.
I walked down the street in a rush, clearly stressed. it was an overcast day, just like I was feeling. Heavy and shrouded. i hadn't seen Nyklus recently. It had been about two days. I needed to talk to him, but I couldn't talk to him yet. I needed to talk to someone that by chance I would never meet again. If they thought I was a slut, I wouldn't bring it up to Nyklus. I cared about what he thought about me. I just had a bad feeling in my gut that if I did tell him, it might be the end.
Actually, it had been almost three weeks. Time seemed to fly. I was actually happy. I had someone who cared about me. It was a nice feeling, to be cared about. Possibly even loved by someone who isn't related and thus is supposed to love you. Family love was something I knew little about. This was a different sort of fondness, coming from someone who isn't related to me at all- I hope.
Nyklus Moalkis is easily the person who has treated me with the most kindness and tolerance of anyone I've ever met. My step mother was tolerant because of the injury that wasn't my fault, but not kind. She could be incredibly hawkish and cruel at times. Others she was in the neutral grounds. Never was the the Mother I always wanted. Never.
I walked down the street in a rush, clearly stressed. it was an overcast day, just like I was feeling. Heavy and shrouded. i hadn't seen Nyklus recently. It had been about two days. I needed to talk to him, but I couldn't talk to him yet. I needed to talk to someone that by chance I would never meet again. If they thought I was a slut, I wouldn't bring it up to Nyklus. I cared about what he thought about me. I just had a bad feeling in my gut that if I did tell him, it might be the end.
