When he first visited, he brought me roses. Then a girl named Rebecca tried to slice her wrists with one of the thorns. After that, they had been banned entirely.
And so he got me tulips. The array of colors deemed too uplifting and they banned those. He then stuck to yellow daffodils and he kept on bringing those until there weren't anymore to bring. The bouquets grew smaller, the visits shorter and in the year I'd been imprisoned, he drifted from me.
On the last day I saw him, he wouldn't even look at me.
I'd like this story to be about love or maybe the lack thereof, and the struggle for it, but it's not like that. There's so much more to it than that. I can attribute a lot of things to a best friend, a failed lover, a caring father, a therapist and a man whose love was so dangerous that I feared for his life. As if going to prison wasn't bad enough.
So this account will ultimately be about love I suppose, as all stories are and how all stories should be, but this will be about love in a weird, messed up world and I suppose that it's only right because as it turns out, I'm a pretty weird and messed up girl.
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The Innocents
Teen FictionSeventeen-year-old Drew wants nothing more than to go to college. But when she's brutally attacked by the son of a wealthy business owner at a club, her dreams come to an abrupt end. She considers reporting it, but it's her word against his and in a...
