there fire in his blue eyes that seemed to burn like wildflowers. He wasn't like anyone like ever met before, his mind endless pool of knowledge and passion which changing the way I look at things, the way I look at him, and The way the world spin out of control but he was always my Safety burnt his way into my memory as his hands traveled down my body, Kissing down my neck as I try to hold my composure. " we're going to be late for class and Riley will send me a searching party ." I told him as his hands continue traveling down body with no intent to stop anytime soon. " let her worry" farkle told me as he push against the locker and I bite my lip. " people will talk if we getting catch. " I pressed my hand against his chest, trying to put the distant between us. he looking at me desires in his eye, as he step back a little, " why do care what people thinking? " he asked me and I look down at feet, " ain't that the reason you change because you hate it be considered weird!" I fired back and he just laugh " no you wouldn't understand even if I told you because even you think I was insane ." He told me as his eyes soft and what was once fire seem to fizzle out into ashes. " when I'm with you I feel free, I thought you was only person that can understanding but guess I was wrong. " he told me before he walked away and I watching him away, I found myself the fire that one burned.
Farkle p.o.v
These wall suffocated me, closing in on me driving me insane. The Rain slammed against the window, the question still stuck in who am I now? I push the cover back as I got out from under them and I walking into bathroom and open up the Medicine cabinet and grab bottle fill With blue oval pills. I untwist the cape and pour two pill in hand before throw them back without any water. I walk into kitchen. I saw my mom alcohol induced coma on couch and I shake my head as i pick up the empty bottle Throw them aways. I Lean Against the counter, taking in the scene of the big Overprice and oversize apartment The pictures on the wall showed a happy family but picture is only worth thousand words and if it thousand words are not enough and even if you fill this house with pictures it still unfinished and written wrong. She give up a long time ago leave me and my sister bear the burden, and there was no truth and the fact that we were a family we were broken into pieces and my father watched from a distance leaving me to pick up the piece. In Her life there was full of drunken nights and broken hearts the pictures can never show and money that never buy or change anything. I bit my lip as I watch my mother closely as her chest rise and fall and I wonder what she dream about and I wonder if there was time she didn't feel empty spending her days cooking and her nights in drunk blur. I grabbed whiskey bottle not even bothering to grabbed a glass, turning the bottle up to lip with no hesitation and ignoring burn in back throat. " fuck!" I hissed I punch the counter in frustrated. I ran my hand through my hair. " I got get out here " I whisper into the air before grabbed my jacket and leaving this hell hole.