Fatal Love or Plain Infatuation?

1| Me,Myself and I

*Present time June 5th,2017*

So before I get onto telling you my life story I thought it would actually be good for you to know who the heck I am actually.

My name is Stephanie Gilbert , born and raised in Ottawa,Canada.

When I had finished my junior year in high school back in 2014 I moved in with my aunt Olivia in Pickering so I could work at a local bakery there.

The day I found out I got the job I felt ecstatic and excited to start.

I couldn't wait to start. Who would have thought that would of been one opf the worst decisions of my life.

If I would have know.

If I only had known.

These three years have taught me a lot.

Through the past three years one of the main things I have discovered is that it's true.
Its's true.
Love does not exist.
Even if it exists it's not in the forms we wish it to be.
Sometimes that so called "love " is so toxic but yet so addicting that it feels like we need rehab but we can't bring ourselves to quit that addiction.Cuz is there really an actual rehab for love?
It's stronger than any venom and more addicting than even the strongest drugs.
We sometimes choose to live in a fairy tail imagination type of bubble.
Expecting our prince Charming to come on a white horse and expecting life to be perfect and live happily ever after.
I hate to break it to you but those cliché stories are nothing but fiction.
Nothing but petty hopes and wishes of the peasents of the jail called 'Ilussion'.
Nothing but dreams of once a young girl who had imagined her wedding day being a big ball with fairies, rainbows and unicorns.A dream of meeting that prince at first glance or by the fit of a shoe.
We spend hours and hours reading books that give us false hope,give us a fake vision of the real world.
It just blinds your eyes instead of clearing your vision.
It doesn't allow you to face reality no matter how hard you try.
You know there's always that string pulling you backwards whenever u take a step towards reality.
That string is that toxic ilusion love ,and your leg is that bit of common sense left in you.
It depends which one will win.
One will lead you to heartbreak and your overall doom while the other one will prevent it.
But its said that people learn from mistakes.
But what's the explanation of a person repeating the same mistake over and over again.
Falling in the love trap over and over again and never learning .
Falling over and over again and the moment you get back up you once again stride towards the same trap.
Why ,though?
Is the human kind that stupid?
Why can't we learn from our mistakes when that's needed the most.
Why can't we learn to stay on our feet for a day without wishing to fall in that love trap once again?
Are we really that weak?
Are people really that unable to muster a little bit of strength and fight against the enemy,the love ilussion.
The ones that haven't tried the pain of this so called love and felt their skin against the hard cold surface of the ground,will not understand .
They will not unserstand and they will deny everything Ive just said.
Once they feel it on their skin they will understand.
They will ask for cure,but there ain't one.
Love has become almost exctinct all that is left is the trap part.
And there shall never be a cure for that trap,there will never be an escape.
There won't be anyone that hasn't tries it.
It just depends on how deep and hard you were injured.
And boy ,I had fallen deep amd hard and all that it did was leave me with a nasty scar,that needed stitches.
But how could i allow the wound to heal if I kept pulling on the strings untill they snaped?
How could it heal when I liked the pain it brought?
Not anymore.

A/N

Hiii!!So this is my first ever story so i dont really know if its good or not.But I had an idea and some events that happened to me in real life,so yea I thought why not make it into something.So here we are haha.
This is the chapter when she is in the future and from the next chapter she will be taking a trip down memory lane.And she'll be 16-17.
Hope you guys enjoy and hope it makes sense haha..
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