Hey guys, for those of you I promised, I had every intention of updating before now. I already had it written down in my notebook and was reviewing it at school and I felt like I should edit and revise it and also lengthen it. After my final in Lit., I did just that. So hope you guys like it and if you like this length more than the previous, just let me know in a review and I'll start working on it. :)

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Don't Be Shy; Play With Me

I went around the corner and saw my sister in the arms of yet another random guy. What is this? Randomly show up at Sky's new house and creep her out day? Apparently it is. Normally I would freak the fuck out and call the cops or some shit, but he seems harmless. He's tall and is wearing a green and black striped shirt, torn blue jeans, and converse. Not exactly a threatening outfit. His blonde curly hair falls flawlessly around his face. I just wish he'd look at me so I can see his eyes.

Jasey seems to like him, she's smiling and giggling like she's only ever done with me, well she was until she saw me.

"Sky!" she yelled happily.

"What about it?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"No, silly, Sky!" she laughed and pointed at me.

The guy followed her finger and noticed me for the first time. His brown, almost black, eyes met mine and suddenly I felt extremely awkward. His eyes are so intense that I can't find my voice, so I opted to just wave.

"Hey, sorry I didn't see you there." He smiled. Aw, he has dimples.

"It's my fault for not saying anything and sort of creeping." I laughed, finally feeling more comfortable.

"Well you just feel free to creep on me anytime." He chuckled.

"Don't tempt me." I teased.

"So, does this little cutie belong to you?" he asked as he bounced Jasey.

"Sort of, she's my little sister."

"I see the resemblance." Oh god, that smile.

"Jasey, how did you get out here?" I asked, remembering why I came out here.

"I walked. Duh." She replied sarcastically, making the guy laugh.

"Okay smart a-..er butt. Not what I meant."

"I was playing and I couldn't find you, so I came outside and then he found me and played with me." She replied, smiling fondly at the guy.

"Well I think you should go inside, mom is looking for you."

"Okay," She replied as the guy put her down. "We'll have that tea party soon!" she stated to the guy before running into the house.

"She's cute." The guy stated smiling.

"You don't live with her." I replied half joking.

"True. So you guys settled in yet?"

"Yeah, we apparently just hired a maid." I replied rolling my eyes.

"Moira?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"She was the maid back when I lived here. She's nice." He shrugged.

"You lived here?"

"Yeah, a few years ago, but that's not important."

"Oh, well thank you for playing with Jasey. She usually doesn't like strangers." I smiled.

"No problem, I love kids. Maybe next time me and you can play? Unless you don't like strangers either." He smirked.

"Maybe we can. I've been told I'm very friendly."

"I think I will be the judge of that." He winked. My stomach fluttered.

"Well, I think I better go make sure Jasey found mom. It's a big house." I replied awkwardly.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I'll see you around…Sky." He smiled.

"Yeah, you will…?" I trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Tate."

"Tate." I smiled.

He nodded and I turned to walk away. I got to the door and decided to chance a look back. He was still there, so we made eye contact. Tate looked me up and down before bringing his eyes back up to meet mine with a small smile. I blushed and turned back around and went in the house.

I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling and listening to "Monster" by Skillet. I had finally recovered from my meeting with Tate and had unpacked the rest of my belongings. All my notebooks were placed in their appropriate places, my journal and writing notebooks were in a drawer beside my bed, others were placed on my bookshelf. My craft boxes and containers were slid under my bed and out of sight.

A secret side of me

I never let you see

I keep it caged but

I can't control it

So stay away from me

The beast it ugly

This song is one of my favorites. It reminds me of, well, myself. Ever since I was little I've been a bit 'different' as my mom puts it. As a baby, I rarely cried. I was always looking at something that wasn't there and laughing. I was a troubled kid. I always got bullied and eventually mom sent me to see a psychiatrist. She wouldn't let me see dad because I'd get a biased treatment. I stopped going, naturally. I was shy and didn't like that lady. She thought I was psycho and always made me draw how I see my family. She didn't do shit but sit there on her ass and judge me.

Now I have these internal struggles with a voice in the back of my head. I call it the Darkness. It's not the devil, but its close enough. It's my eighth grade self. It was my darkest time. Well, until now. That was the year the self mutilating started. I didn't ever like it, cutting. I thought it made me weak. Eventually I stopped and my parent never even knew I did it.

My mom only found out a few months ago. She still doesn't know the extent of it. I had this breakdown after my big sister, Cassie, died. That's how mom found out. I told her practically everything about the cutting, the sadness, the voice, and how I know she and dad blame me for Cassie dying. That's why I'm here now. Mom thought we could move away and that everything would be normal, I would be normal. She thought the voice would go away. That's the thing, though. You can't send away something that's trapped in your mind and body. Trust me. I tried many times.

Deciding to stop dwelling on the past, I turned off my IPod and got off my bed. I made my way into the hall intending to go down and see if Moira is too busy to make me some macaroni, until I heard a familiar voice coming from Dad's office.

"So, Tate, why do you need to start seeing me?" Dad asked.

"I have 'mommy issues'." Tate chuckled.

"Your mother said it was a bit more than that."

"And you believed the cocksucker. She is, you know. A cocksucker. She used to suck the guy off next door all the time." Dad cleared his throat.

"Okay, Tate. You will come see me Monday through Friday."

"Whoa, five days a week? You must think I'm crazy."

"I think you need help."

"And you think you can help me." It wasn't a question.

"Yes, Tate, I do." Dad answered anyways.

I didn't hear anything else so I assumed Tate was nodding. I stood there for a few more seconds, waiting to hear more, but was left unsatisfied. I had just begun to go back into my room, my hunger being long forgotten, when I heard the door open and close behind me.

"Sky?"

"Hey, Tate."

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Not that I'm complaining."

"Well, I do live here and all." I laughed.

"Right. What I meant was I didn't expect your room to be right across the hall from your dad's office." He chuckled.

"Weird, right? At least this way it's easier for you to sneak into my room." I replied as I grabbed him by the sweater and pulled him into my room and shutting the door. Tate and I stood there shocked at my actions, I've never been too hormone crazed. All my surprise wore off when Tate smirked.