"What are stories called mother", the young boy asked desperately for his mother to speak, yell at him do anything. Simply it's been 7 years 9 better speaking since his father left them. That's when the silence creep't in mainly the madness that was the wanting part waiting for someone to walk through the door and simply say hi to the little boy. Counting the days and years that went by was something tremendous filled with agony at that from just the age of 12. The boy we should say had a rather peculiar way of thinking not all sunshine and rainbows because he once did try to hold on to something that was never there felt like it but never really sure. Love was something the boy craved for just like how you bite your teeth into an apple and the juices drip down you mouth soothingly. Love to the boy was also like venom one dose and your addicted just like how his mother was with his father the once joy and happiness that left her not able to comprehend anything broken torn to pieces and shredded then bit out like trash. The boys name was Dawn not something you would imagine of a small boy with no emotion when being named. He wasn't bulk like other boys his age he was much rather like a stick not much to look at and not much to see he had dirty brown hair skinny pale like complexion he most likely looked like a beggar probably why people offered to help him like he would break at any moment. His eyes where dark the way that it seemed like he could look into your eyes and not say anything that was the unique thing about Dawn he looked rather scary for a boy of 12.
Ana let's talk about her she was jolly had a rather peculiar personality had a bubbly face which seemed to glow up at the chance of anything sunny she was dark brown like chocolate eyes as gray as the moon and silk like hair but at times it wasn't because she got tiny branches of leaves or anything in her hair that resembled a circus show which she would get in trouble for. She lived a good life with her mother and father who died unexpectedly from stage 2 cancer but her mother her mother was the joy of her life just like she was for her mother. A love like no other that the two shared if she any ever lost the other it would be a grief to dear to get over.
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The Insanity That Ruins Us
RomansaA boy who turned into someone who craved love to someone who obsessed with killing like a remedy to a song and a pure girl sweet as roses who doesn't know what mess she got into when she befriended the boy. Watch as 1 obsession turns into 2 obsessio...
