“A boy loves, a boy feels, he just conceals, to avoid pain. Sometimes I wish I was a boy...”
Emily
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Darkness, that's who I am. Oh how I wish it was just a dream, an product from my overactive imagination with its ability to twist reality.
But it's really was an replay of the past. A past fighting to be revealed with a boy- now my tutor, aiding it.
“She's pretty.”
My ears perked as I was pulled from the realm that forces me to reenact those disgusting moves for his pleasure. To return to HIS heartless actions. To hear his encouraging words for wrong doings.
“Shh Amy, don't wake her.”
Adam, my useless knight in dull amour. Your voice is embedding itself into my mind, your selfless actions are trying to recover the light that once was in my heart, but yet, your uncharted land is becoming familiar to this emotionless girl.
“But she is!”
“I know Amy, I know.”
Oh how I wish I was normal. I wish I was like any other ordinary teenage girl, so I would've been able to blush to your words.
But sadly HE corrupted me so much, that my cheeks didn't lit a flame like the light forever in your captured forest and the lust, in those crystal blues that haunts me.
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Life In Fragments || Completed✔
Short Story{Highest: #290 in Short Story} {Second place winner of The Wing Awards 2017} -in which a boy tries to save a broken girl. My clothes, mere threads of what it once was, but there I stood, unmoved and unfazed by his unwanted advances. Then these ocean...
