converse ; clifford

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The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger.

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3:16AM.
Soft rain trickled as Charlotte let out a long drag from her cigarette. The smoke curled around her head, seeming almost as if it was protecting Charlotte from the outside world. Her eyes were downcast, staring at her worn black converse.

The shoelaces were untied, and slightly mangled.

Her heart rate still hadn't gone down, even though the event took place nearly two hours ago. Charlotte's vibrant blue hair was a bird's nest, and she was fairly certain her mascara was running, but she could care less on how she looked. Currently she was leaning up against a dark alleyway trying to hide.

From who?

The answer was always changing. Some days it would be angry "ex-boyfriends," and other times it might even be her pathetic excuse for a family, but today, today was special. While Charlotte enjoyed trouble and the adrenaline high it gave her, she hardly did anything that would cause serious reproductions.

That was until she met a boy named Michael Clifford.
And god, she wished she hadn't.

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There was a time when Charlotte obeyed teachers and followed rules. Her beach blond hair was almost always tied up in a perfect little bun, atop her pretty little head. She was similar to a Cinderella, always polite and sweet. That was up until the day when she discovered her boyfriend of three years was cheating on her.

Charlotte was just coming home from school when she heard strange noises erupting from her room. When she opened the door she found her boyfriend laying on her bed, while Charlotte's older sister bounced on top of him. They didn't stop fucking, even though Erin clearly noticed Char's arrival. Erin herself, had an accomplished smirk spread across her face.

Something inside of her good girl attitude broke, then.

Without further thought, she pushed Erin violently off her boyfriend, and gave her a good hearty slap. Then Charlotte proceeded to kick her boyfriend in the nuts five times.
Five times.
His balls were an ugly blue color, and he was howling in pain by the end of it.

Charlotte hoped it did permanent damage.

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1:09PM.
The next day Charlotte ditched school and went shopping. It seemed to her it was the only "okay" thing to do in this situation. How could her own sister betray her like this?

She admitted that she had a sneaky suspicion when she came home a couple months ago to her boyfriend half naked in the kitchen, whist Erin retouched her smudged red lipstick.
But she never ever ever expected that.

Charlotte fiddled with her dark sunglasses, pushing the thoughts out of her head. She had spent the night on her cousin, Mariana's basement floor, where she got ridiculously drunk. Surprisingly no tears were shed in the excursion, though.
Well, from what Char remembered.

But nothing, not even several bottles of booze could keep those wonderful memories from constantly irking throughout Charlotte's body.

They made her sick.
But maybe sick people belonged together.

A wave of sadness washed over her, but she ignored it; shuffling into a second hand store in Westview's local mall. It was dark and dingy but it was somewhat inviting. "That's a good place to start," Charlotte mumbled to herself. She was looking for particular clothing items that reflected her mood.