A/N: It's a rare thing, but I have been inspired by my own mind for this one...

After everything I have been dealing with over these past few months (and sitting through far too many Sociology classes), I decided to write it out. I know I'm not the only one, either...So this is also my way of assuring everyone else out there that things will get better and that you're really not alone in anything you do.

Warning!

Mentioned sex and sexual themes, mental illnesses, morally wrong behavior and secrets...

Secrets

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

I'm going to give all of YOUR secrets away

Secret: Something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others.

Everyone has secrets. It's human nature to keep secrets. Some people tell their friends, some people tell their parents or close family member. But most people don't tell a soul. I am one of those people. My secret is dark, my secret is dirty. It takes me to a place where I never want to go, so I push it to the back of my mind and forget all about it. But not everyone can do that.

As I sit here, watching everyone around me rush to get to their destination, I can see everyone's secrets. I can stare deeply into their souls and pry out what it is they're hiding. Everyone is hiding something. Everyone has something they never want to share with everyone else. Or maybe just one person. But a secret is a secret. You don't tell anyone about it. And no one does tell anyone about it.

Take Mr. McLean, for example. Eleventh grade Math teacher, nothing extraordinary there and his secret is harmless, too. Twenty-five years of age my ass! Of course, no one would say otherwise to him. He told everyone he was twenty-five; we were all forced to believe him. But he never told anyone he spent his fortieth birthday alone two weeks ago.

"Make a wish, Chris..." The old man whispered into the darkness. He closed his eyes, leaning over the cupcake and blew the flame form the single candle. No one had remembered him once again; he was forced to spend yet another year of his life alone.

As he sits in his classroom, all alone, grading tests that he is not bothered about, he has nothing better to do. No wife to go home to, no children to pick up from school. All of his friends have forgotten him and he is all alone in the world.

Even Miss Queen Bee has her share of secrets. Her most recent one would be the one that is nagging in the back of her mind at this very moment; did I make the right decision? Of course Heather made the right decision. Her life would be over now if she hadn't had any of the abortions. Unlucky thirteen she's on now, her latest one only being last night.

Sitting in the hospital room, she waited for the nurse to come back with the tablet. It was the second round, the last round. The twenty-sixth round in total. It was always the same nurse over and over again. She had tried to talk to Heather about what she was doing, how too many abortions could leave her body damaged, but she had refused to listen. All Heather wanted was for the life inside her to be terminated and her own social life to continue as normal.

As the nurse returned, Heather couldn't gulp down the water; swallow down the pill fast enough. The sooner it was all over, the sooner she could go back to pretending like none of it had happened. Until the next time it happened.

Heather could try and put on that brave face as she walked down the hallway, making everyone around her part like the red sea. But it's a front, an act. Inside, she's tearing apart.

And so is Owen. The lovable guy can sit around and laugh and joke, farting his way through everything. But he has a secret, a deep dark secret just like everyone else. Everyone may be friendly to his face, but they all whisper about him behind his back. Why is he so fat? But that is his secret. Owen eats to stop the pain. Comforting eating so the agony his bruised body is in doesn't feel as bad.

"YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" The man spat, his balled up fist slamming into the teenage boy's stomach. Owen tumbled backwards, finding his back hitting the wall in more pain. "YOU FAT-ASSED TUB OF LARD!" A kick to the knee. Owen collapsed to the floor, watching his father grab his jacket and head out to the pub without another word spoke.

The pain is unbearable, but he managed to get back on his feet and stumble towards the kitchen. It had been that way ever since his mother had walked out on the two of them. Grabbing the last chocolate bar from the fridge, the pain disappeared as Owen found his comfort.

The lovable teenager could easily sit in the back of the classroom, being the class clown and making everyone laugh at his jokes. But no one knew what was going behind closed doors.

Bridgette knows how that felt. Behind closed doors, anything could happen. In this case, half the school knows her secret; it isn't that hard to work out. But her parents don't. Her sisters don't. Bridgette would give anything for them not to find out that she and her boyfriend we having sex every Friday and Saturday night.

Tangled amongst the sheet, Bridgette nuzzled her head closer into the blonde boy's chest. He smelt so good. And, as her green eyes fell shut, Bridgette couldn't have asked for anything better. Geoff's arms wrapped tightly around his girlfriend, watching her drift into the land of dreams.

The well-known blonde may have looked so innocent, but she wasn't. She had done the dirty deed. She had done it multiple times, in fact. It was always with the same guy, but it had first happened under age, at the tender age of fifteen.

And Geoff isn't so perfect himself. I can see from my spot on the hallway floor the smile on his face that he forces. Happy as Larry, faking it all as much as Owen. But Geoff isn't abused, no, that's not his secret. Geoff's secret would be the depression. The dark part of his mind that eats away all of the happiness from the inside out. Determined to beat it, Geoff tells no one of it. Determined to go it alone, not even Bridgette knows.

Tears streamed down the rosy cheeks, hitting the bare chest and evaporating into the heat. No matter how hot the summer heat is outside, the blonde teenage boy is still wrapped up inside his hooded sweatshirt. He cries into the sleeves, wiping his face clean, only to dirty it more with the blackness from within.

The love birds both force smiles, nothing coming between them as they walk in my direction. I scoff at the sight, turning away. But I can't escape the couples that surround me. Next on the list are Duncan and Courtney. The two make me sick to my stomach just watching them. They're not mushy love birds like their friends, their insulting pigs that don't know what they have.

Courtney's secret is a lot like Bridgette's. The whole school knows because she flaunts it, but her parents have no idea. They think that their darling daughter has nothing to hide, but she does. It may not be dark, it may not be dirty. But she's still hiding it form them. Duncan is her secret. Her boyfriend is her secret.

Lips on lips, skin on skin. Hands sewn into the others hair as their tongues dance furiously in the stale air behind the gym. It was class time, neither wanting to get caught out in their act. But they just couldn't let go of each other. The time they got to spend together was at a minimum due to Courtney's catholic beliefs enforced upon her by her parents. Every moment they spent together was one they wanted to treasure.

Duncan's secret couldn't be further apart from what his girlfriend's is. Duncan is the school bad boy, the one who beats nerds up and gets suspended every other week (or so the rumour goes). But, secretly, he has no reason to. It was all an act. An act that started and gained his a respectable status in society. He couldn't give it up, even if that meant keeping his school grades hidden from the crowd.

"Duncan." Mr. McLean slammed the paper onto the punk's desk, moving onto my desk behind, as Duncan looked down. Another A+ on another exam.

"How'd you do?" Courtney whispered from across the way. Duncan grabbed the sheet in his hand and squeezed it into a ball before throwing it in his bag without a word to his girlfriend, "That bad, huh? Well, I got an A; maybe I can tutor you some time!" Courtney suggested brightly.

"No, thanks, babe." The delinquent would reply coldly, "It's all a waste of time."

Duncan wasn't a terrible liar and everyone believed him when he claimed to have flunked a test. Courtney must have been a good liar too if she managed to get her parents to let her 'tutor' a few kids from school during after hours, when secretly sneaking out to meet Duncan instead.

A/N: This is a three-shot I'm working on.

Secrets...Everyone really does have them, no matter how big or how small they are.

My secrets...A lot of you will probably already know these things about me...A lot of you may not know a thing about me...But these are still my secrets.

I am a compulsive liar. I have probably lied to everyone reading this about five or so times...And I am not proud of it.

I always find myself in sexual situations with my boyfriend and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy or get pleasure out of almost every minute of it.

I suffer from depression, leading to me having suicidal thoughts and the constant wishing of my death.

Two weeks ago, when my friend Zoe told me that everyone found out about a certain sexual situation I was in, I wanted to kill myself there and then on the spot in the bus stop. And I probably would have if I had, had anything on me which could have taken my life because I felt as if my whole world had ended.

I'm a coward.

I'm a Drama Queen.

I over-worry for no given reason.

I wish that I was part of the 'in-crowd' and always have done.

I hate being me and wish I was someone else entirely.

I used to have a crush on a close friend of my current boyfriend.

I cheat on nearly every exam I take.

I have questioned my sexuality.

I lie to my parents about my lectures being cancelled; I just don't want to go. Actually, I lie to my parents about almost everything...I'm pretty honest to you guys about myself, to some extent, at least...I tell my parents nothing.

That's all I can think of for now...There is probably a lot more...

And I know I'm not alone. Every single person reading this, every single person reading this RIGHT NOW! Has a secret...

I've just told all of you my deepest secrets...What are yours?

Thanks for reading, please review :)

Love, ChloeRhiannonX