♥ Blackheart ♥

Hello there, I hope you're all having a lovely day! I wrote this story when I was around 13 years old and never finished it. As of writing this message, I'm now 23 years old, so I don't recommend reading this story.


I don't wish to delete it because it's a part of my writing history, and even if it is ridiculous to me now, I think it's always important to archive old work. Something about reading it back still inspires me though because I wrote it purely out of love and it meant a lot to me at the time. I think there's something sweet about that.

If you're still interested in Blackheart fanfiction, you can head over to my new account Larkin_Valor where I'm working on a new one, starting from scratch. I hope that I can write something special and achieve a dream that the younger me had!

Yours sincerely, Larkin.

Beginning....

The darkness of my hair, the perfect lighting of the bathroom. The knowledge, the knowledge that when I came out I would have the best night of my life with best men in my life. Then I suddenly woke up, I questioned my dream and its meaning. This dream had reoccured often. It had haunted me in my daily life as well. My life was always the same, day in day out nothing new. I wondered if this was all just a mere blur of my subconscious mind. If so, I wonder what it's hinting at. I lead quite the boring life. I decided to take a shower.

The darkness of my hair, the perfect lighting of the bathroom. The knowledge, the knowledge that when I came out I would have best the coffee ever created including a nice cozy blanket on the sofa to cuddle up to with a book. I have blue eyes and long dark black hair that went down to my belly button when full and straightened. I wasn't that tall but I wasn't small either, I was average and a bit above.

I live in Texas so I knew I wouldn't exactly be that cold when I got out. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel tightly around me.

Being the quiet type of girl I didn't have friends however I didn't care for that. I tended to stay away from the loud, mundane girls that would allow you to befriend them. Then they would rather un-discretely stab you in the back. They were awful to me and just because they may sound friendly,  would never truly mean that they were.

I couldn't wait to be dressed and sitting down comfortably, I despised being all wet and still having baggy clothes on. With your hair in your face and blanket all crumpled up, While you damage your books with your wet hands and water droplets from your still soaked hair.

I went into my bedroom to go and get dresseda. I live by myself I am 24 years young and I honestly prefer the freedom. Throughout the majority of my childhood I had been living in a orphanage however....it had never changed me much. I still would have been secretive, I still wouldn't have liked other girls and I especially would have continued to despise education with a passion. I was never what you would have called an .... 'Academic' child.

After I had finished getting dressed I started to walk into the living room, with the kitchen near, I started the kettle. I began to place the hot chocolate powder in my favourite black and white striped cup. After I had finished I took the warm cup to the sofa and took out my book, I gazed upon its cover for a second *Century by Sarah Singleton* winner of the booktrust teenage prize . This was going to be a peaceful night.

This chapter sucks, my apologies please do continue.

Authors pledge: I do not take lightly upon the subject of orphans, It is not just an interesting plot. These are real lives, orphans are real and have not had many of the privileges we face. I promise to do my best to not treat my readers with an utter lack of respect . I promise to write upon the topic as realistically as possible. I will research the topic strongly to make sure I have an accurate, non-offensive portrayal.