•~Your POV~•
Stupid. Hideous. Fat. I sat on my bed crying with a bloodstained razor sitting beside me. Cuts up and down my scarred arms. I'm done. I can't live like this anymore. I have nobody left...
I let out a scream of agony. In between sobs I heard a knock upon the front door. Great. Its probably the neighbors telling me to shut the fuck up.
•~Ronnie's POV~•
I was just walking down the street and I heard the scream of a young woman...What if it was rape? Murder? Kidnapping? I had to do something. I ran up to the door and knocked as hard as I could. Soon enough a beautiful woman appeared at the door with a long-sleeved robe on.
She was stunning. Her face was covered in tears and there we're dark bags under her eyes. What the hell!? I couldn't help but say to her in a concerned tone; "Are you okay,Miss?"
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Roses Of Blood (Ronnie Radke × Reader)
FanfictionRonnie Radke is known for "doing drugs,rape,and going to prison." That's not true. He's a great person and this story proves it!
