Empathy

my obsession with monsters monsters with sirenhead , tarted in high school. when I was in grade eleven , I was going through I depression when someone told me about sirenhead. that was when I started seeing hooe for the future. something that was outside of being bullied and teased about being lesbian. that I learned to be around sirenhead hunters who were big believers in sirenhead. sirenhead is an urban myth was this giant humanoid creature with sirens instead of a head. thus the name sirnhead. that was the beginning of something that will lead to one thing to another in a positive, not never in a negative. hello, my name is Lidia..... I am different from other girls because I love girls. that was why I was bullied half to death that hard was high school. I am also a gifted artist and made a friend with my next-door neighbor, amina Abdullah. that was when it all started with her and I. that being said, I was interested in what she had to be into creepypasta for a long time as she was able to create her only cryptids and creatures. while I was stuck still on sirenhead. "Nice sirenhead," she said. I was about to overlook her when she said her name. "Amina." "Lidia," I said. "Nice cryptid....... you made that up." "Yes!" She said. "How did you know!" "I just haven't seen one online or in real life that looked like that." that was like we looked at each other in the eye and saw what was at the time a friend. the idea of kissing her was not yet in the mind...... I was happy to meet a friend with this same interest. that was when we decided to be just not neighbor's nut friends too. she was very beautiful and nice to me. that was when I thought I found my my soulmate but friend soul mate. she looked like a dark-haired angel. that was when I noticed not just her beauty but also her brains, too. as most of my friends were stoners. that was when I realized that i hit the jack pot. soon, I was spending more and more time with her. but there was someone glaring at us. her crazy father who tried to ruin what was our friendship. that being we were in college, particularly art school, when we started dating. that being said, she even accompanied me on my sirenhead hunting trips I did on the weekend. that was also when we first kissed. was during one of these camping trips when we were looking for sirenhead . I was starting to fall for her when she brought it reality and kissed me. the she blushed.. I wanted to know why she did that. she told me that she was in love with me for the longest time. but she could not work up the courage to do this because of her father. let's stay that he was not a nice man as I when she lived with him he screamed and yelled at her. they were from Egypt. her and her father...... her mother died in childbirth. I guess they did not have good health care there. but unlike him, I was glad that she existed. to him, in his views, she was a devil... but she was perfect for me. so that one trip by the campfire, i started to return her kisses. it felt nice to be wanted for once with someone. that being I was happy that she was finally not sharing her life with him and I. as when we graduated high school, she disowned her father. something that was unforgivable to him, but he just was too insane to think straight. I was falling in love with her without complications she was very loyal to me and not her father. as he was abusive to her. that was when I realized all that yelling and stuff. this is our story then and now. her father wanted amina to be a doctor, but she did not want to be one she wanted to be a creator and not a healer... ... I get it that conformity wad not for her more ever will be. she did not want to be a doctor or anything that was "expected" of her. she even started youtubing with me on our sirnhead search. kinda like hype Mike, who looked for monsters on YouTube. we had video confessions and everything. this was her idea the youtubing. but it was also her idea to start dating. because of that kiss I never saw coming to me. I thought at first that she lost her mind and was not thinking straight.......how could she think straight dealing with our deep friendship at the time. this was going to happen sooner or later. that was what I was hoping would happen at this right time. she was then took me into the tent and that time and we fell asleep in eachothers arms smiling at each other. this was the most romantic time of my life, and I did not have to worry about her father. but I was wondering what would happen if we started dating. I also promised to protect her. but that being said, I was going to do just that. protect her. when I started to have feelings for her was whem she was crying one night because of her father, who said something nasty to hear as in mean. that was when I realized my feelings for her, not just empathy but also I felt something move I'm my emotions and desires. but at that time, we were in high school, and we could not do anything for my feelings that I was feeling at that time. but some one that delicately beautiful should not have. a donkey of a father. I did not know what to do. I never thought that my gender was where I was going to find a soulmate. that being said I wanted to reach out to her. Need I say more. When I would wake up in the morning I would think of her first thing and the last thing at night. Her smile was infectious to me. Though we ran in different crowds we would find away to spend time with each other. That is basically it. When I was (still am ) in college and I still have to go to class soon I wanted to talk to her about modeling for a painting as this is our assignment though it can not have an vulgar stuff in it that being. I don’t believe in bad stuff for art. When I start walking I see that she waiting for me. “Would you like to model for my art project,” I asked. “Sure,” Amina said. “Only if you model for mine!!!!” “Certainly!” “Ok,” She said kissing me tenderly and heavily. I soon start want to skip class with her. But she would not good for that I know off. But then she says the impossible…….. “would you like to to skip English with me,” she said. “Sure,” I said. That being said I detest English lot class with a passion, the complete opposite of what I feel for anima! She was more beautiful that some poem that Shakespeare pulled out his ear! She is beautiful to be honest with you. Even more so then means that says a lot of how I feel about my self. When we snuck or the English building that was when we went into the forest to make out. We also brought our stuff to do our portraits!