Second Person Point of View
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"Life is funny, isn't it? Just when you think you've got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about it and feel like you know what direction you're heading in, the paths change, the signs, the wind blows the other way, North is suddenly South, and East is West and you're
LOST."
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You'll be okay. You'll be fine.
You can't let it eat you up.
This is isn't your fault.
You are just confessing the truth.
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The car drive was long, and with each passing minute, you feel scared. You're heading to church. It's Sunday, the day when your family goes to church. But this time, it is different. This time you have something else that comes with this.
You look up and stare at the church in front of you. You gulp, feeling dread and nervousness coming inside you. The church, it scares you. But, you had to come, or else they would suspect. They would look at you with disappointment if they ever found out about your one great secret.
~.~.~Flashback~.~.~
You sit at your computer watching the video on screen. It was a new song, "Take Me to Church" by Hozier. It wasn't the first time you had watched the video. This time it was different though.
Because you decided to read the comments.
~.~.~End Flashback~.~.~
Today your uncle was getting married, and you would have a new uncle at the end of today.
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You had never meant to feel this way. No. Everything changed after that video. You couldn't believe what had happened to you, but it had happened. Maybe it was bound to happen.
Your family was religious. Very religious, which is why this was so much harder.
They would never approve of you. They would outcast you from the family. And, you would forever bring shame to your family. They had always told you that this was wrong.
Maybe this never would have happened if you hadn't seen that video. Maybe nothing would've changed. Maybe you wouldn't feel that fear. Maybe then you wouldn't have torn down everything that was from the you of before.
There was only one sign of the old you. Everything else was taken down. Secretly and slowly, but soon all that was gone. And there was only one piece of evidence left. You couldn't bear to throw that out.
So, you kept it. And that also maintained your secret. Because if that had disappeared, it would be a sure sign. And they would all know.
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Your mom smiles at you as you enter the church.
"She doesn't know," you think.
Your mom tells you how pretty you look.
And you can't help but agree.
Your hair is in a waterfall braid and you have on a floor length gown in an aqua blue color. It looks beautiful on you and you feel really pretty.
On your neck lies your delicate gold necklace.
A gift from your father.
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"There's my little girl!" your father shouts as he picks you up and twirls you around. "Lookie here, Miss I'm Five Years Old. I've got you a present! For your birthday today!"
He hands you a small box that fits perfectly in your tiny five-year-old hand. You open the box and pull out a small gold necklace with a small medallion.
"Oh it's pretty Daddy!" you exclaim. He takes it from your small hands and tells you to turn around. He then puts it around your neck and secures it.
The small medallion on necklace is at your chest and over the years, it fits you better.
The gold necklace stays around her neck for over a decade.
~.~.~End Flashback~.~.~
Maybe you should tell them the truth.
Maybe they'll accept you either way.
No, you can't tell them.
They will never accept you.
You wonder if your friends will accept you.
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The wedding bells ring. Your uncles are finally married.
You wish you could be like them.
To be able to finally reveal their secret, with hope to be accepted.
They were accepted.
Maybe you'll be accepted too.
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You didn't believe it at first. You denied it, refused to believe it.
But it was true.
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You took inadequate quizzes online.
You tried to convince yourself it wasn't true. But, it was.
The quizzes told you it was highly probable. That you weren't sure, but it was most likely true.
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You read articles. You wanted more proof.
The proof was there.
But, you still refused to believe it.
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Why?
Why did you refuse to believe it though?
All facts and everything you did pointed toward that fact.
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Maybe it was because of your family.
They had their beliefs.
And this, this wasn't part of them.
You don't want to shame them.
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Maybe it was meant to happen.
Maybe this was for the best.
Maybe you would finally be able to succeed like this.
Logic and science; knowledge and experiments; they finally take over your mind.
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You've changed.
You're best friends begin to notice. They realize that something happened during winter break.
You know they are spying on you, trying to figure out what was wrong.
They take your temperature while you are asleep.
They hack into your accounts, talk to your family, talk to you.
But, you can't tell them.
Not yet at least.
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You can't tell them that this is eating you up.
You can't tell them that your mind is focused on whether to tell your family about this…secret.
You can't tell them that you fear that your family will shut you out.
You can't tell them about your secret.
Well, you can. But, you don't want to-at least not yet.
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"Today is the day," you think.
Today you're going to tell your best friends.
You're nervous.
Nervous that they won't accept you ever again.
But, they do. They accept your new self with open arms.
Sure, they're shocked but they accept you.
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After you tell them, one of them whispers.
The words are so soft that you feel that you imagined them. But, then she repeats herself, louder so all four girls can hear.
"Me too."
And you two hug, knowing that you're not alone in this world.
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Your best friend offers to help you, help you break the news to your family.
She's been through it before, and now she is guiding you through.
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"Don't worry," she tells you. But, you can't help but worry.
Your hand reaches out to your neck, touching the delicate gold chain on your neck.
Knowing it was your father' gift to you when you were a young child.
And it gives you strength to be able to do this.
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Your best friend stands next to you as you tell your family of who you've become.
They stare at you in shock, anger and frustration.
Suddenly, your grandmother angrily yells, "Get out!"
And you do, your best friend ushers you out quickly and she drives you back to her home, your home.
The Gallagher Academy.
On the ride back, you begin to cry. You knew this would happen, but it still hurts you.
The girl in the driver's seat says nothing, but it's okay. You don't want to talk about it just yet.
She hands you a box of tissues. There is another box by your feet you see.
The ride home is silent.
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It's okay though. You'll be fine.
You just had to do that, before it ate you up.
It wasn't your fault.
You were just confessing the truth.
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"Some people are going to leave, but that's not the end if your story. That's the end of their part in your story."
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A/N: Oh gosh, this was difficult to write. Not because of the style of writing, not because of what I was going to write or how I was going to make this interesting but because of how personal this is for me. I'm not feeling too well now, but that's for…reasons.
This is just a one-shot unless there are enough people who want to know the answers to these questions…:
Who do you think this is? The girl with the internal struggle? Who's the girl that helped her? And, what is she confessing the truth about?
I might continue this, just another one or two chapters. If I do make another chapter, the next would be the point of view of this character.
Please check out my other two stories. And please review there. It would mean a lot. Thanks.
Review please. =)
Any who, I'm finished and I'm OUT!
BYYYYEEEE MY LITTLE GOSLINGS.