“…my grandmother used to say as long as one person believes in you one hundred percent, it counts more than that hundred percent.” Jack said, and once he was certain the mask was on properly he sat back down. Only this time on the edge of the bed, rather than the chair since his guitar was sitting there quite comfortably. “You would have liked her. She… she was very quiet but when she would talk people’d listen to her.”
She looked back at him, her heart breaking at the past sense term. ‘I really wish I could have met her as well. She sounds like a wonderful person. You know, I believe in you more than 100%. You’re changing slightly, I can tell. Little by little you’re becoming so much braver and sweeter.’
She smiled.
He smiled back faintly, before reaching for the hand she was writing with and caressed the back of it with his fingers slowly. “…I feel it slowly happening… which is. Something amazing I mean.” Jack paused before looking up out of the window at the slowly falling snow. “…when I was growing up I was bullied. Badly. I… used to go home with bruises and injuries. E-every day the other kids would.. would find ways to get to me either with… words or their hands. I don’t know why… m-my father said it was because they were afraid of me. M-my mother said it was because I was different, u-unique. Jealousy.” he forces a shaky laugh, shaking his head as he did. “I don’t s-see how they could b-be jealous of-of somebody just wa-wanting to be accepted…
…b-but after one boy p-purposely made a bee hive f-fall on me and I was i-in hospital for a week my p-parents pu-pulled me out of school entirely. So-some say taking me away f-from other people was a-a bad move be-because if only m-made my fear of them wo… worse. But m-my parents were t-trying to protect me be-because they love me. I was… was so ready to just ta-talk to people via the in-Internet when it b-became popular since it-it was easier. I couldn’t… couldn’t get hurt b-but at the same time I couldn’t… couldn’t connect.”
Jack looked at her now, and pressed hish and over hers entirely now, rubbing her skin with his thumb.
“T-then you happened.”
Jack Maple 