In a small town called Manchester, Vermont, lived the most powerful creatures to ever exist. Where chaos was brought upon the town, leaving destruction and devastation. Revenge turned into power, and power turned into evil. But one person changed th...
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When I get back I'll lay around Then I'll get up and lay back down Romanticize a quiet life There's no place like my room ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
I Know The End
Waves crashed against the side of the cliff, the dark blue water sparkled as the full moons light shined down at the ocean. The cold breeze sent a chill down my spine. My foot dangled on the edge of the cliff, making my heart pound in my ears, drowning out the sound of the waves colliding with the rocks. The wind blew my hair sideways, covering my eyes. I didn't bother to move it out of my face in fear I would lose balance. My arms were stretched out to the side, allowing me to keep myself up right and not tumble down the edge.
I wasn't going to jump, that wasn't my intention. I just liked the adrenaline, the thrill, the feeling that if I did fall I wouldn't be upset, but I wouldn't care if I stayed on ground. None of it mattered anyways. Once I was done i'd go back to my normal life, the life where I was bullied everyday— tormented was a better word. The life where my Mom kept secrets from me. The life where I had no one to talk to, no friends.
I simply didn't care. School was starting tomorrow, I was being forced to go back to the place that made me risk my life everyday in the first place. I hated that place, and I hated everyone in it too. There was nothing more exciting than going back to a place where I was told to kill myself everyday. Sometimes I thought about it, and sometimes I would come really close to stepping off this cliff, but I never did. Because I would never give in to those jerks.
I wouldn't take my life just because they told me too. I just wouldn't, because one day I will get back at them. One day they will be the ones wishing they took their lives before I ever got close to them. Because I will get them back. And they'll be sorry.
"What are you waiting for?" A deep voice cut straight through my thoughts, almost making me lose my balance. I quickly centered myself before turning around to see the voice that spoke to me. A older man stood before me, hands in his coat pockets, a rough beard, dark black hair and the darkest of eyes shaped his appearance. I didn't recognize him, but his presence made me feel eerie, like I shouldn't be anywhere near this man.
"Who are you?" I asked, making sure my voice was bold, not weak sounding. I didn't want to give this guy the wrong idea.
"It doesn't matter." His response caught me off guard, I eyed him warily.
"What do you want?" Came another loud cold response from my mouth.
"You."
At that I felt a shiver run down my back, I stepped away from the edge, inching closer to the way I came from, knowing exactly where to run if this guy came any closer.
