Post by Vanessa Yvonne White on Jul 3, 2008 0:35:17 GMT -5
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Love All, Trust Few, Do Wrong To No One
As Vanessa had told him all that information she began to feel horrible. For one thing, he didn't need to know - because no one else knew anything about her home life - and it wasnt something he needed to worry about. She hated when people worried about her. And she hated opening up to people. But it just slipped out on accident, maybe it was because she needed to talk about it but didn't want to.
She didn't really know how he would react. If he would just act like it wasnt said - like most people do - or would he try to say something about it? Maybe he would just get up and walk away, like most people always did with her when she actually tried to open up - which was very rare for her. She just didn't feel the need to show anyone how she did feel. She felt like it wasnt a burden they needed to bare. It was hers.
All of the sudden, Benjamin began to slowly move toward Vanessa, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. “You know what it means, right?” - - - “You can help others that have passed or are passing through the same thing. I bet all of them want a way out and someone that understand them. You, being the rock star you are, can give them a glimpse of hope. Don’t you think so?” he had told her.
As he was talking she tried to take in everything he was saying. What could one person - let alone person like her - give people a glimpse of hope? She hated thinking that someone else was even going through such a thing as she was. And she refused to get back into anything like that - ever again. And then she found herself trying to think of where she was going to go after the tour was over. She was sure as hell not going back to the hell hole, she called home.
"I understand what you are saying..." she said, pausing and trying to think of what she was going to say. She didn't want to come off as being a bitch. That was the last thing she wanted. "But what can one person do to be able to make a 'glimpse of hope'?" she asked, trying to think of more to say. "It's hard to think - and want to believe - that people have went through the same thing... even though i do know it is true." she said, looking at him.
"I didn't even mean to say any of that anyway... i hate opening up. And that just slipped out... no reason to worry about me..." she said, trying to smile, but no knowng how convincing it would look. "Im sorry, that all slipped."
(I am sorry it took so long. I have been uber busy)
