Chapter 3: fate

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Fate is such a strange word created by those who don't wish to make their own decisions. It was the only way to blame all the horrible things that life did to you.

"Why are you here," he asked. It was that simple, I knew I could answer that.

I smiled and stated, "I love torturing myself by spending my days locked in hell until the devils believe that we learned our lesson for the day." With that, I walked away or I tried anyway.

"You should learn to hold your tongue when speaking to me human," warned Joshua with a glare. If he thought that he could indimate me he was crazy! "If you think that I will accept that attitude, you are wrong," I yelled back.

Everyone was staring and I knew we where making a scene. Thats when we caught the attention of Megan but she was not alone now. With her was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He had crystal blue eyes and midnight black hair with a dark shirt that hugged his body in the right places.

I was not the only one starring. He was staring at me with an intense gaze. We both snapped out of our gaze when Megan coughed loudly. It seemed again that everyone was staring at us.

Correction: they were staring at him and glaring at me and Megan. I saw the faces of the girls and they were ones of jealousy.

I did a very broad scope of the school grounds and it really did seem everyone stopped what they were doing just to look.

The teachers stopped and held their heads in a defeated manner of sorts. It was weird seeing the teachers even watch this man but they did nothing to interfere. It kinda felt like we were a bomb that everyone was waiting to see explode.

But then again they were not just waiting they were in a trance of sorts. It seemed that they were infatuated with the man that was approaching us.

It did not understand why everyone was staring! I mean he was gorgeuos. I was pondering these questions and putting together a faint idea.

Thats when I was pulled back to reality with them just staring at me. While I was staring at the sky.

I should leave before I caused anymore trouble I concluded in to myself.

"I am leaving," I started to back way trying to escape the hauntingly familiar eyes. I could not take it anymore, I started to run.  "WAIT," the man yelled.

It startled me and the sudden sound of his voice. His voice sounded so cold and deadly when he said that one word.

Something else had caused that fear as well. It was my memories from the past or so I thought.

There was no way I was going to stop because he told me to and because i was scared of him.

I was mid running when I felt arms around my waist pulling me  back into a hard chest. I felt a rumbling and heard the laughter like it was just a big joke. "Let me go!" i demanded my capturer.

"How are you here," he mumbled to himself. That's when the darkness claimed me. Again.
Why does it always have to be me? I was always the one targeted and selected to be the freak that fate toyed with.

Really short chapter but I'll update soon. Merry Christmas! I hope you liked it..

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