PROLOGUE:
SUMMERS LIKE THIS seemed endless. Gushes of wind blowing in my face, cold hands stuck in my black jacket pocket and silent tears flowing down my face in memories of what had happened that night.
Some people I knew had scars that weren't literal. But my scars? My scars could be seen on full display if I were to remove my black jacket, teal sweater, and tight fitting tank top.
Empty thoughts. Endless nights and no sleep had arrived at my bed. Dark days of shutting the world out. Endless pits of tears that only seemed to run dry when other people were around.
Most my days consisted of the same thing. Work; boxing at illegal boxing matches normally under ground but occasionally above ground. Eating; which I rarely ate out, fearing the worst happening. College; Emory University. A small but organized college which wouldn't draw me much attention.
And finally the part I hated most about days when I happened to do it. Sleeping; usually a night filled with bottomless pits of nightmares that followed me through out the days and left dark black bags under my eyes.
But they weren't just nightmares. Some consisted of bits and pieces of my past. Memories of what happened and what I'd been running away from; for the past three years I'd lived alone.
Friends? Friends were out of the question. Some had tried approaching me and making friends with me. But like all the other attempted few, I pushed them away until they no longer had the strength to carry on fighting for my attention.
The guilt I carried was something I wanted no one to carry other than me. Nothing I'd done in my life was right and I was paying for that each and every day.
My mother used to say that burdens we carried can be shared when we find the right person.
I hadn't found that person yet. And I was afraid I never would. I wanted friends. I wanted a family. I wanted a normal life. But I was afraid that if I had that, someone else would get hurt and I just couldn't risk that.
My father. Well, I hadn't seen him in ten years. Ever since I was twelve and he left my mother and I. I didn't want to see him either.
No, he hadn't abused me or my mother. I guess like me the weight of the world became to much to carry that he pushed everyone away. That just happened to include both me and my mother.
I wasn't sure he knew what had happened to my mother. I wasn't even too sure what had happened seeing as I wasn't there for her when it happened.
And that was a mistake I would never make again.
From the moment she took her last breath I'd made a promise to myself that I'd be there for anyone I'd possibly learned to love if they needed me.
But to ensure that no one got hurt, I pushed them away to ensure both there safety and mine.
But the one person I'd never expected, the one person I hadn't been able to push away happened to be the guy I'd started out despising most but ended up falling so effortlessly in love with.
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[A/N: Short Prologue, I know but I can promise you one thing. The chapters will most assuringly be longer. That my dear friends is a promise.So tell me, did you like the prologue? You got to see deep into Merliah's mind. Her inner thoughts! I think that it's going to be a while before I let you guys that deep into her thoughts again. I don't know.
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That Girl Merliah
Novela JuvenilMerliah Lewis was always the girl in high school who kept her head down and wore the black hoodie, masking her face from the shame she carried forever. Though her face may have seemed beautiful with the hood, when she took it off, everything she'd b...