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Chapter 2

I have watched her...longer than I intended...something about this girl just...make sense to me don't worry love, we'll soon be united.

Her memory of her mother only made it worse...she hated her yet she knows deep down inside she really just missed her. Oh how they were happy back then, but of course all good things must come to an end .

Heather heard the front door slam as she opened her eyes, to her knowledge it must be her dad leaving to work. She checked her time on her digital clock, a gift from her aunt who apparently doesn't know about her situation.She sighed as she realized she was late for school...again.

Heather cleaned herself up and wore baggy clothes to cover any visible bruises.After having some bread and medicine for breakfast she went off on her bike.She could feel the cold air hitting her warm face and she began to shiver a little.Heather arrived at the school and rush into her classroom. "Miss Watson, this is the fifth time this week!" her teacher began to shout " Honestly, do learn how to wake up early and manage your time cause' it's starting to piss me off!" she didn't reply nor did she care since she got use to it.

She sat on her seat and start to doodle on her table.Her table wasn't just filled with her pretty flower doodlings it was also being filled with horrible threats and messages.Being the only one that doesn't own any decent clothes or any makeup to hide her 'mistakes' she was mocked.She can hear giggles and whispers.She can feel the hatred eyes staring down her soul.

Time had passed till' the end of school.Heather hold onto her books as she walked down the halls while passing the other people.She used another path to the bus stop since there are just too many people to deal with.Her heart was racing, her hands were sweating for she knew what was going to happen after a ride back home.She was going to meet her dreadful father.A monster to her enchanted dark life.Cobwebs clouding her mind as she stood beside the stop sign.

Heather watched as the vehicle slowly turns to her stop.

No.

She had enough.

She doesn't deserve this.

She was thrown in her bedroom.Battered and bruised.This was her constant battle, she wouldn't even try to fight back cause' she knew it would only make it worse.

No tears had dropped for she had enough.She ran back down after her father had gone to sleep to her kitchen drawer where they keep the knives.She grabbed the nearest one to her and ran back upstairs and locked her room.

She was scared yet very happy.Happy to end it all.Happy that she would finally meet her end.

happy

Heather raised her hand to her chest and closed her eyes, with one swift action she-

...felt a tug.

She gasped loudly and turned around, tears finally pour down as she thought it was her father who found out.But he wasn't her father.He was a boy.A boy about her age, tall, green-eyed and devilishly handsome.She jumped as the knife from her hand fell and made a loud clang noise.

"w-who are you?" ........