Damian Pov.
Her soft jentel voices ekoed in the back of my head , her words lefted a print in my twisted mind and the tears that feel from her face stung like aside on my heart . The blood stand on my lips smelled like sweet blossoms that just started to bloom . She was young yes , but the urge grow in me and tore me from in side . The monster that was now taking over my body felt no pain or shame . I could feel the sweet spring breeze sting my face , living chills to go down my back and making blood fill the air . I lefted the torn broken girl in the dark ally way and walked tords the street which was filled with people that seemed to see right throw me . See the monster I really was . The moon light seemed to only be shining on me as if it new I was gilty for what I had done , telling me that my crimes will not go unseen . But I turned a blond shoulder and cuntinyoud walking down the torn streets of N.Y city . This is who I am now a cold blood killer who hids in shame and feeds off others .
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The bright morning sun stung my face forcing me to get up , and start another day. I could still smell the blood even thow I washed it all off of my body. I slowly got up from bed and walked to my dresers mear and stared at it hoping that one day when I would wake up I would be aboul to see my self again . But like every day there is nothing in the mear as if i was wiped from the earth .
I pould out a pare of tan skinys and a black shirt and heded down stars where my mom was siting in the same spot I had lefted her lass night ." Mom ? I'm about to head out . " She gave me a nod of her head and cuntinyoud to look in to space.
All I seemed to get out of her these dayes is a nod of her head . She has been like this ever seens my dad died , shut down and depressed . There is not much I can really do so I do the same thing every day . Kiss her forehead and live .I walked tords the front door and headed for my care wich was parked on the other side of the rode . I jumped in and sat there for a arc before driving off as fare away as I could even thro I was go to the same place I went to every day . *School* wich seemed to be the hardist thing for me , having to always smell the worm blood of others , hearing every thought that rain through there minds It was toucher to me. I pould up and tock a deep breth before I getting out of my car.
"Okey Damian you got this no one will see who you are , it's just like ever other day." I slamed my head on the cars staring weal hoping to nock some seens in to me , hoping to fores my self to believe my words. I opened my car door and started to walk for the front of the school . A girl was siting on the benches in the front loby . She had platnom black hair blue eyes and a softed smile . She had a stranj sent to her not like every other person , her blood smeld different . I cought her looking up at me when I walked by her. But I payed her no atenchin and cuninyowed to walk on as if I never seen her siting there.
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Dead or Alive
عاطفيةThe city NY hides much in its shadows and ally ways. But what lurks in them is nothing but a torn broken boy. Damian is 18 and has been stuck in this lope for 7 years , he is no longer human only a son of hell. Want to know more? Then start reading.