A Boy and His Guitar

"Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
Just know you're not alone,
Cause I'm gonna make this place your home.

Settle down, it'll all be clear
Dont pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear.
The trouble it make track you down,
if you get lost you can always be found

Just know you're not alone,
Cause I'm gonna make this place your home."

"Stop," Clarity snappe at Niall. That was her first word in weeks.

"Settle down, it'll all be clear
Dont pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might track you down,
if you get lost you can always be found

Just know you're not alone,
Cause I'm gonna make this place your home-"

"STOP," Clarity yelled and clapped her hands on her ears. She screwed her eyes shut. Niall stopped strumming his guitar, and several pairs of eyes were on the both of them.

Clarity was whimpering to herself, her knees to her chest, her hands on her ears.

"Mind your own business," Jessie yelled in Irish at the other bus riders.

"Clarity, are you okay," Niall said softly to the girl, switching his seat to sit next to her.

"Leave me alone," she whispered. "I don't want to talk to you." Niall brought out a hand to her cheeks, cresting it slightly.

"CeCe, please."

"Don't call me that," Clarity said in English. Most kids didn't know how to speak the language Clarity grew up with. Clarity yanked her jaw from Niall's grasp.

Clarity yanked down her sleeves, as if she were cold. Niall knew the reason, though. The reason they BOTH had sweaters on on this warm day.

"I know how you feel."

Notes

Home by Phillip Phillips! I admire that guy's name...