Those Lips

My POV

I was shocked. Shocked that he didn't want someone perfect. Someone unlike me. I didn't want to be like this. To be imperfect. To be messed up on so many levels. I was absolutely nuts. Crazy. I'd been in a mental hospital. I'd been in a normal hospital. For the longest time, no one wanted to be around me. Everyone thought that I was a freak or something. Am I a freak? "Am I a freak, Damon?" I asked as I started to cry.

"No. No, of course not."

"I-I I don't want to... I don't wanna be a freak. I just want to be normal. To be liked. To not have so many problems. I wish I was normal." My voice was shaky as I cried.

"No."

"No?" I asked. I trembled and cried.

"You are beautiful. You are an amazing person. You are so special, and I wouldn't change you for anything. I. Love. You. I love you, Kaia, and I won't let you sit here and talk bad about yourself because I can only see this amazing girl that I fell in love with when I first saw her, so please. Please don't, because you are so special to me."

"I love you, too, Damon." And with that, I kissed him softly. I'd never had a real boyfriend that I really loved. Only people that my 'friends' set me up with. I looked him in the eyes, and I saw something special. That spark ever girl talks about, and I trusted him. I wanted to tell him everything. To spill. To tell him all the pain that I was going through. The pain that I sent through. To let him in, and then my common sense kicked in. He's never going to love you if you trek him all of that. You told him your problems not went you have those problems. That's even worse. Stop listening to the voice in your head, I think you missed a pill. A voice said to me. A laugh trailed off as I looked down at my feet. "Okay, where are we going?"

"To go get Amy."