Gasoline l.h

耳語

|do the people whisper bout you on the train like me?|

I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when I saw someone's eyes following me.

Wait many eyes on me, what can I say, I am known around this town for my rebellious skills.

They all had fear in their eyes, all of them, some had curiosity in them, some had disappointment. But I don't even know them, why should they be scared or disappointed? What did I do?

Well whatever it is, I don't care about it. It's my life not theirs.

These old women kept on giving me dirty looks, I raised my eyebrow at them then they scurried away in fear.

These streets, the streets I walk on everyday, are colorful, not with color, but with different personalities, some very pastel, others are just shades. I like to think my personality is black, I'm a shade.

People fear me because my shade is black, I have a dark history, which I wish to not speak about. A story for another day.

Mumbling, whispers, everywhere, and they're all about me. How did my story go around so quick, I never told anyone.

Well, this is why I have trust issues, I will never trust anyone again, my past has taught me that everyone on earth is a monster, they are horrible people.

You may be thinking about what has happened in my past, well like I said, another story for another time.

The reason I'm waking these streets is to get to the train, I like to waste my time there, On the train.

And that's when I see him. The beautiful blue eyed boy, with beautiful blonde hair, and a very tall body. I looked away casually, making it like I don't care about him, which I don't, I don't even know how old he is.

All I have right now is me, myself and I, and I tend to keep it that way.

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Its been a while Jesus, sorry I have school and blah ugh but here's an update so yeah don't forget to comment which parts are your favorite please