Hearts-Home

Is Anything Real? Is Life an Illusion? Is anything real? Am I really who you see me as, of course not, I am who I want you to think I am. I let myself fall behind a mask and let you think that's really me. Am I able to set myself free, can I ever show anyone who I really am? You see me as a dancer, an artist, a musician, or just a friend, but there's a lot more to me than that. Do I know who I am? Do you know who you are? I supose you should, but who knows. I'm supoosed to be the only one who really knows me, but even I'm doubting myself. Who am I? I am Felicity. That is my name. We are taught that we are our names, but is that true?

Chapter Thirteen After over an hour of constant thought about Emi I seemed to be drifting into a form of suspended wakefulness. My body was immobile, but what seemed to be my soul, or spirit was wide-awake and moving freely around the room. I had left my body behind. I could see my body lying there, but it didn't matter, I was free. At first I was worried I had died, but I left fear behind quickly and wandered into my memories.

Chapter Twelve We just sat there for what must have been almost an hour until I remembered the drawing I saw in Emi's sketchbook. "Emi? You know that drawing you noticed me looking at? What was it, and why did you hide it from me?" She turned her head on my shoulder to look at me; I felt the smooth skin of her forehead brush against my cheek. "I remember. It was from a dream I had, I saw the figures in the distance and walked towards them. Here; look for yourself." She said as she sat up and reached for a shelf. She retrieved her book and handed it to me after finding the drawing. I looked at it for quite a while before I realized it was me

Chapter Ten That night after doing my homework I went onto the computer and then left the room immediately. I couldn't stop thinking about the letter Emi had given me. 'Why do I get the feeling Ausy Boy is right? Maybe he is, maybe I do love her. Why hasn't it hit me before? I'm always worrying about her; I always want to be with her, I want to protect her. I really have to talk to her.' That day I promised myself I would tell her how I feel as soon as she learned how to speak. It shouldn't be too long from that day. The following two weeks went by quickly. Emi and I hadn't spoken at all since that day in the bathroom. We still sat beside