Guarded h.s

Fire|1|

I stood in front of the mirror. My reflection staring through me. My eyes welling in tears. I slammed my hand against the reflecting glass. Tangling and weaving thoughts made the pain demand to be felt. I was the one who caused this pain, but I would never admit it. This is the story of how I met the boy who saved me.

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Music played against my ears, as it block out the noise around me. The lyrics tangling into the worries of tonight, the senior bonfire. I'm not fearful of the paths I will encounter, I'm fearful of them figuring me out before I do. Ever since I was found,my parents packed everything up and moved. You'd think they moved for my sake, think again. The only real reason why we moved was for my parents reputation. It's hard to break this haunting guilt but escape is only making it worse. It's hard to even look in the mirror and accept who you are when you not only broke the people around but most importantly, I broke myself. I didn't go far, maybe even a few paces back. This maybe will turn out to something good, maybe. I have some spare time before I head off, I just think. Over analysis of what to expect, personally I'm not expecting anything great really. My parents aren't at home which makes the day seem a little lighter than usual. Before I know it, I'm walking out the front door. My beat up car wasn't the best but, honestly I'm not trying to impress anyone. I open my car door as I heard someone say something, I look over and I see a boy. Little over 6 feet with a smirk, he stalks closer to me.
"hey, you're my new neighbor." he spoke as I smiled awkwardly.
"Yep, I guess so." he nodded
"So, I'll see you around?" as I started to get into my car, he grabbed my arm.
"what's your name?" he said with a smile.
"Rosalie, but call me Rose." I shyly tuck my hair behind my ear
"I'm Miles." he waved as he walked off to his car. I finally, pull out and headed off to the shit fest of a bonfire. I drive as music fills through my car, making me sing along.

My stomach was filled with butterflies. The anxiety was finally kicking in my veins. My white vans crunched against the already fallen leaves. My eyes scan the perimeter and I realized how out of place I already was. My ripped jeans and black with red flannel made my appearance stick out more than my presence. I would've never came. The horrible taste of music booming though the area made my scalp tingle. I stood awkwardly close to the entrance pretending to text someone. This senior bonfire, isn't so fun. I thought I was going to meet someone like me but, they're all the same. I roamed on social media, even though I lost all my friends and even my long term boyfriend. My fingers rake through my thick brown hair. I stared at my blank screen, letting my mind spring into thought. Suddenly my body was pushed forward and my phone flung from my hand. My hands scraped against the concrete. I brushed myself off and retrieved my phone off of the ground. My fingers stroked against the bleeding gashes and my scalp tingled in pleasure.
"Watch where the fuck you're standing next time!" A male voice shouted over the loud music.
"Pardon me?" I replied. Turning to face the boy. His pupil dilated in the middle of his green eyes.
"You heard me perfectly clear." He crossed his arms frustrated
"Look, you can't possibly yell at me for standing. If anything, you should apologize." I challenged. He chuckled finding this amusing.
"You're obviously new." He stalked forward, his lips hovering over mine.
"Because I never apologize sweetheart." He laughed and then brushed his shoulder past mine and walked away. My cheeks soon became heated as his head turned back and a smug smirk was placed on his lips, causing an ident in his cheek. My eyes followed him, I can tell he's someone not to mess with. His leather jacket hugged his shoulders tight, a brown mop of curls that are pushed up out of his eyes. He stopped at the drink table, girls stopping and staring at him. They started to cling to him. I turn on my heal and start to walk to my car. I look down at my cracked reflection on my phone. I finally get in my car. My hands slammed against the steering wheel, my teeth bite down on my lip as I throw my head back against the crumbling seat.
"Fuck" I whisper under my breath as my fingers rake through my hair. I look over to see those mop of curls sucking face with some blonde with a distasteful appearance. I turn the radio on and back out of this shit fest, I came to. Soft music played against my ear drums.
I arrived home late and my house was dark. I slammed the front door shut, dragging my feet up the stairs into the porcelain bathroom. Goosebumps raised and my toes crinkled against the floor. The water burned against my numb skin. I've never felt so annoyed, but let's just hope tomorrow will be better than expected.