Deborahs Pov:
I remember growing up,
Constantly wondering
Why,
Why teenagers ruined their
Bodies,
Smoke,
Drink,
Cut.
But when I blew out my seventheenth birthday
Candles I realized why.
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"I always wondered why I like the villains more And I think it might be because when they get on the floor. Down on their knees For her and only her Something in me stirs.
A hero would sacrifice her to save the world, showing that they are indeed pure hearted and honest.
But a villain would tear the world apart if she was hurt, that is a promise.
They seem selfish, manipulative, and rude to everyone around.
But he treats her like a Queen, his and only his, sitting beside him on a throne with her crown.
I think villains are misjudged and that most oft he time we don't get to see their story.
For if we knew it, the hero may not seem so full of glory.
Monsters are made, not born.
And any spul tourtured, confused, and abused incidentally would not have time to mourn.
So the next time I defend the villain oft he tale.
Remember that they too, were once broken and frail.
That's what everyone always told me when I was young.
And the worst part of it was, that i believed everything."
A/N:
Here Is the first part.
Deborah will be the Main Charakter of my story.
Please red the bio of my story for trigger!
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Teen FictionShe was the girl who never Put her body on display. Her hair was always messy. Her lips sealed shut. He was the guy who laughed loudly at the front of the class. His hair fell perfectly on his sculpted face. His humor being rude and sarcastic. No...
