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prologue

At just six years old I started seeing the side to people I didn't want to see. The "dark side" to people. Walking across the busy street holding my mothers hand , I looked around confused. Whenever I looked someone in the eyes, their darkest secrets were revealed to me.

A woman walking passed me down the sidewalk: alcoholic
A "homeless" man asking my mother for change: pretending to be homeless for drug money
My own mother: aborted the child before I.

I learned very quickly that there was no such thing as a perfect person. By 10 years old I practically understood the world perfectly. I knew how horrible it really was. I read tragedy after tragedy from each and every person every single day. Each day it got harder to smile.

At 12 years old I read that dad wanted to leave us for another woman, at 13 he left. A few months later I read that mom had gotten addicted to heroin, and my older brother, Shane, had too. When I was 14 Shane was arrested for burglary, and I was left alone with a mother who would always care about getting her high and having one night stands more than me.

At 16 I read the second most horrifying secret I would ever read, which was my own. I had become I pill head. Xanax, molly, adderall, Valium's, this weird "triple C" drug that is literally just over the counter cough and cold medicine. It doesn't even show up on drug tests. I also drank nyquil and codeine, or "lean" but that was only on better days. My family had broken one by one, and I was last.

At 17 I read the absolute most horrifying secret I could ever read in my life. But the catch was that I didn't read it. I couldn't read it. A boy I met through a friend was selling all the pills I could ever want at ridiculously cheap prices. I questioned if he was the real deal, but I had to find out. We met in an alley a few blocks down from my apartment, he wore an all black North Face raincoat that was zipped up to cover most of his face. His eyes were still very visible...

I wanted to know if he was the real deal. If these pills were what he said they were. He just wouldn't glance up. He put the pills in the dime bag and muttered for me to get out my money. He still wouldn't look up.

"Hey" I spoke up so he'd look me in the eyes. His near-black eyes finally met mine, and I almost screamed. I couldn't read him. My mind stayed blank. Even while staring into his eyes for seconds and seconds, I didn't know a single thing about him. I didn't take the pills. I ran. I ran and didn't look back. He obviously wasn't a perfect human... He was something else. He was darker than everyone else. He has something hidden that is much to dark for even me to read.

He was the darkest man on Earth, and I had met him.

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AYEEEE. omg so I've written a couple stories before but they sucked ass so I deleted them all lol.

So I'm gonna try to do this and KEEP it so help me out guys.

Imma tell you right now that I love profanity and drugs so if you ain't into it then go.

Well you don't have to actually be IN TO drugs , in fact I don't even recommend it lol but if you're bothered by me talking about drugs then go because there's a lot of drugs and shit in this story.

This is a Rated R book so don't be a pansy because this is a no pansy zone.

You CAN like JB and not be a pansy ok bc look at me I'm cool right.

But if you don't like jb it's chill because you don't have to think of him as the singer in this book, you can just think of him as an evil drug dealer kk.

HOPE YOU HAVE FUN READING OKAY THX PLEASE GIMME FEEDBACK OR GET ME TO READ YALLS STORIES TOO BC IM DOWWN.

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