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Chapter 29-It's like living my own version of hunger games

Chapter 29-It's like living my own version of hunger games

Heyy guys!!! I am officially free now and guess what? My school won Best school at the MUN conference. We bought home the trophyyy. #intellectualbadassswag

Anyway I was reading your comments and @Bookcracra suggested I write a chapter in Ryan's perspective and me likey your idea you smart person. This chapter is dedicated to you!

Anyway so this chapter is sectioned in two parts with the first part being Ryan's perspective and the second Soph's.

Because I feel it would be better if I gave you a little more history and depth about Ryan. (I know you hate him but come on, wouldn't you want to know the mind of your most hated character?)

Anywayy enjoy

Yashiexx

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Ryan's POV-

(WARNING- This POV does have cuss words in it, sorryyy)

Consumed.

Ruined.

Addicted.

She was the reason. The only reason.

I don't even know what was so great about Sophia Martell, I didn't know it when I first met her and I still don't know it now.

But for some reason she had a way of getting under your skin and haunt your thoughts and mind. With that innocent smile, the luscious lips and the sparkling eyes.

I met her two years back when she was had just arrived to LA. I still remember the day she came to me looking lost and confused asking me for directions to a local coffee shop and I had walked her to the place and it all started there. A year later she was mine.

She was and is as ordinary as any girl next door but for some reason she was much more than that. Maybe because she never saw me as the monster I knew I was. Maybe because she calmed my dark side and became my light or maybe because she never judged me like the rest.

By rest I mean my fucked up stepmother, my so- called friends and all the others, all because of those stupid white coats.

Psychiatrists they call themselves. Yeah right.

Schizoprenia, they said.

Fucking nonsense.

I was no nut-case. They could go fuck themselves.

Yes I was. I was crazy.

No, I wasn't. I was me, normal.

Don't kid yourself, you're fucked up.

I pulled at my hair trying to block out the voices inside my head.

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

I shook my head and straightened myself. Sophie.

She had saved my life.

That day when she came to me to ask for directions, I had been planning to end my misery and take my life. She was a sign, for me to live. That day of our anniversary, I had made a mistake but I didn't regret it. Soph was everything but she was boring as fuck at times and a prude and refused to sleep with me, an orgy wouldn't have hurt but no, she had to overreact.

But after she left, I knew I couldn't live without her, I needed her but it was too late. She had discovered my dark side.

But what maddened me was the fact that it didn't take her even a second to run into some complete prick's arms.