The Legend's Destiny

L.O.V.E

"Then, they said that I should be more like Connar. As if I'm not allowed to be me. As if my life doesn't count for anything," i would be shouting right now, but I am all shouted out. All I can do is sob and listen to the comforting words Spencer is saying to me.

"Look at the bright side, babe. I mean...look around," I don't look around. I look up. I look up into my extremely gorgeous boyfriend's eyes.

"You are here with me. Right here, right now. You are 2 days away from being 15. You have me. That's all you need," I look back down at the ground. I have such a bullsh** life. Why does Spencer stick around? I feel his lips softly touch my temple. I start to cry again. No reason in particular. I just want to cry. Part of me is expecting Spencer to give up and just kick me out of his house. He doesn't. He holds me closer. Telling me I'm beautiful, I'm gorgeous, I'm perfect, and I'm his. He says it over and over again, and right when I start to believe him, I fall asleep.

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I wake up on a tile floor. It's so cold under my touch. It feels damp, but it's just the coolness deceiving me. I stand up and I look around. I don't see anything. Nothing is visible. I only see pitch black. I turn around in circles over and over again, thinking eventually something will happen. Unfortunately, I was correct. Lights from all directions come on at once. It blinds me for a second but I force my eyes to adjust quickly. I see Demon walking down an aisle in the ugliest and sluttiest dress I have ever seen. I try to shout at her. Everything I try to say or do gets ignored by my body. I am forced to stand and watch the most hideous sight I have been willing God to not let happen.

"I DO!!" I hear. My father and Demon start to kiss. They are married now. I can't escape. I want to, but I can't. I can try, but I won't succeed. She is a part of my life that will hunt me down and kill me. All of a sudden Connar appears.

"BI***!" He yells at me. "MARGO IS A WAY BETTER MOTHER THAN THAT OTHER WOMEN THAT WE USED TO CALL 'MOM'!" I try to ignore him, but the words stick in my brain like gum sticks to hair. I look around frantically for Spencer. I still can't move any of my limbs, but I can move my head. I try to shout his name but, as expected, nothing comes out. I finally spot him. Dead. He's on the ground being punched and kicked by my "father", Margo, and Connar. They are all laughing their a**es off like it's the funniest thing they have seen in years.

Everything bad that I have ever imagined came together to form one nightmare that will never leave my mind.

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"SCARLET!?" My eyes whip open. I have a moment of confusion trying to figure out where I am. I spot Spencer. My head is on his shoulder and he is looking at me with a look filled with worry.

"Are...you okay?" He says calmly. I don't know if I am or not, to be completely honest. I am phisically okay. I am not bruised or broken in anyway. Mentally, I can never be fixed. Every time I blink an image fills my eyelids and it reminds me of the nightmare. Any answer I give to Spencer will be a lie. I might as well tell him the lie that will make him happy.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a nightmare,"

"About what?" From the tone in his voice I know he doesn't believe me.

"In my dream...you were being torchured...and then you just...died..." It's not a complete lie, but it's just not the complete truth. That IS what happened in my dream. I just left out the other stuff. His face softens. Yes, he believed me.

"Come on. Lets go to my room so we can sleep in a real bed," he suggests. I don't feel like getting up, though. My legs feel like jelly and my head is spinning 50 miles per second. He senses my difficulty and he picks me up bridal style. I wrap my arms around his neck as he climbs up the stairs.

On any other day, I would be wondering right around now whether I love Spencer or not. Actually, I probably am not going to be able to sleep anymore tonight, so I might as well think about it to get my mind off things. In this mess of things, I surely do NOT need any boyfriend trouble...but...what if he says he loves me? I know I don't HAVE to say it back, but if I don't, it's like rejection. There's no doubt in my mind that I care about Spencer a lot, but do I love him? I hear about love all this time. In movies, in quotes, and in books. I have always thought that when I fell in love, it would feel...different. By different, I mean more magical. Don't get me wrong. Being with him makes my heart skip a beat, and without him I feel lost, but I don't think about him every moment if every day. I don't picture him every morning or every night. I just...can't. Love. L. O. V. E. Such a small word. Such a large meaning. Sometimes I wish love came with a manual. Other times I know that it would ruin the mystery. Ruin the surprise. Ruin the electricity.

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So Kaitlyn actually wrote this one but it will go back to normal on Thursday. So thank you guys sooo much for reading it means a lot to us and we totally appreciate it -xoxo Jasmine :)