I couldn't breathe, the Tears were falling down my cheeks, bumps were growing In my throat and I started choking. Only a few minutes ago I was trying to look as confident and mean as I always do.
I've never showed my weekness to anybody, only to him. The only person in the world who I can trust.
Right now everything is different than minutes ago. I entered the only place where I feel safe. All I smelled was incenses, I looked up at my posters with wet and swollen eyes and I immediately started feeling better, I jumped on my bed and hugged my pillow.
Every emotion just started falling out of myself at the right moment. I was alone. I could finally become this shitty, weak and worthless thing that I am all the time.
Hi, I am Viv. Yes, THIS VIV. The queen of every party, honest and confident girl that everybody loves. An inspiration for every dancer, tattoo artist and guitar player in the city. THE BEST. Not trendy but not cringey looking too. DIFFERENT, SO PERFECT. Not true at all. But that's what everybody thinks.
I am not gonna lie or pretend to be modest. I am pretty, I've always been. I have long black and brown hair reaching slightly above the coccyx, big, black eyes with long lashes, straight nose, plump and full lips. The only ugly thing on my face is a huge scar near my right eye. I am skinny, high and I have long legs.
I look good but I don't need that. Why? I am not available to any guy.
HI, I AM VIVIEN AND I AM AFRAID OF TOUCH.
No no no. I am not only talking about THIS KIND of touch. I mean I am afraid of every contact with someone's skin.
It's not too normal but at the same time I am obsessed with human...Inside. Hot Blood in our veins, so sensitive and weak heart. Pure poetry.
Why am I afraid of touch?
Hi guys :) I hope I didn't fuck it up as much as I think I did. ~ P
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FanfictionA girl from pathological family with life that was changed by one person. The ONLY one person she could trust.
