Invincible

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It all happened when I was 17 years old.
High school was difficult for a girl with bipolar disorder, and it was made even more difficult by the fact that everyone was aware of my disorder.

Daily struggles with mood swings, emotions, medications, the environment, and, most importantly, myself.

The days were always the same; it was like being on a roller coaster, going up and down.

Every day was the same. Get up early, go to school, be bullied, then come home and sleep. Until he arrived, it was the same every day. Someone who fundamentally altered my life. A person who has shaped who I am today. Someone who helped me get back on my feet.

Atticus Le Blank Dean.

A 21-year-old man who, in some ways, saved my life.

Longer, darker brown hair that appeared black at first. Two strands of hair were always falling into his eyes and matched his face perfectly. Light freckles on his cheeks were barely noticeable at first.

His eyes were dark brown, and they matched his expression. His eyes were constantly filled with rage and a desire for vengeance.

His lips were slightly larger than other men's, and he had a small scar on the right side of his upper lip.

It was unusual for me to see something other than rage, power, and desire in his eyes, and it was unusual to see him smile honestly.

He was about 6 feet and 2 inches tall. He wasn't skinny, muscular, or fat, but he had muscles and was in good shape.

He wasn't an ordinary man. He got what he wanted regardless of the consequences. Manipulative, impulsive, and unpredictable, but also rude and mean.

I, on the other hand, was the polar opposite. I'm still not sure what he saw in me. Despite everything I've been through because of him, I still owe him gratitude.

Call him a murderer, a sociopath, a psychopath, or a schizophrenic. For me, he was nothing more than a man who made up for his lack of attention and tragic past by murdering, robbing, dealing drugs or guns, and terrorizing our city. Furthermore, he was blamed for my kidnapping.

I must admit that, unlike in fairytales, our path did not end happily ever after. It was love in the face of death.
It was literally love for life and death.

Hi, my name is Lotta Godfrey and this is our story.

Hahaha okay, here is the first chapter. I really hope you enjoy it because I put a lot of effort into it.