Blackbird The Grey

by jigsawsl8n8

I am 18 years old, in love and in tears. I have done horrible things but I'm not sorry for them. I still feel guilty for one thing and I'll try to make it right. this is a sort of fictional autobiography since it's about me and I meet the saw characters.

1. Chapter 1

Blackbird the grey

By Merel De Grauwe

author's note : first of all, this story is based on a drawing that a friend of mine made of me wearing a jigsaw cloak. second: I'm called blackbird the grey in the story since thats the literal translation of my name in english. and third : some things are based on my actual real life not much though but you could call it a fictional autobiography. and forth : ENJOY!

Epologue : Here I am

So here I am, my arms are wrapped around the crying boy.

I imagine that it looks kind of strange since I'm so much smaller than him but still I'm trying to be the one comforting him.

So here I am, tears in my eyes and still I'm not sorry one bit about what has happened. I'm not sorry about anything, not even about helping John, not even about the fact that I'll feel guilty about doing this to Adam. I'm not sorry but still my cheeks are covered with salty tears.

So here I am, about to tell my story to the whole world; I'm guilty of a lot of things but everything I did was only ever meant to help people. I was well aware of the hurt I brought on so many people but I was even more aware of the purpose of everything.

So here I am my hands stiff from sweating, my tears falling down on the boy who slowly looks up at me. Eyes even more read encircled than mine. "why ?" is all he can ask.

So here I am and I start sobbing even more when I see his big green unbelieving eyes. I don't know how to tell him, I don't know how to explain to anyone at all why. There is no explanation for what happened, the explanation is hidden deep inside of my heart, where none can touch it. And it's impossible to transform it into words.

So here I am, shaking my head telling trying to explain the boy that there is no explanation. But he doesn't understand. And I don't understand it either.

So here I am, and there is no explanation but I can still try. I have to start from the beginning though, otherwise nothing will make sense.

So this is me, and this is my story.

author's note: I know it's short but it's just the epologue and I'm already writing on the first chapter. I hope I'm finally gonna finish a story! but this is cool so I'll just have to force myself and if I don't force myself someone else will have too. I think Sarita will be one of the people taking that task gladly ;) my chapters tend to be very short but I hope that the next one will be at least a little longer than this one. review please :) because I'm asking so sweet ;)