She was broken from the inside , never stopped escaping from hell. The cuts showed the number of times she dared. She always hid herself under the bad's girl mask. With her leather jacket, a look like a hawk and a cigarette the best companion she could have ever asked for. It helped her suck up all the pain.
She was a demon to everyone masked under a beautiful looking angel. With shiny black hair, and the eyes resembled the deep blue oceans. The face was a masterpiece which she poured out with the long eyelashes and dark red lips.
She spilled her frustration on freshmen and everyone dreaded her as if she were a snake that could swallow you up anytime. She played both the parts, the week and the bold.
Until one day she thought there was no good left in the world. He came up like a spark of light in her dark world.
He dared to talk to her that made her surprised, first time ever.
His sharp hazel eyes caught her hidden self. He was a foreign exchange student with every feature which spoke out loud his strength: muscular arms, beautiful and handsome face but he showed love instead of hate like she did.
One day he dared to ask her, " What's your story?"
She answered with a painful grin and a glint of sadness in her eyes, "It's not a story it's a nightmare."
With that she once again put on the mask of bad girl and strode off into the hallway. That might be the first time she had opened up to somebody. The real Veronica Somerhalder.
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Binding to the ashes
Teen FictionShe tried to run away a number of times the cuts on her hands told about those times. She always tried to hide her real self, behaving as if nothing matters to her. Acts hard on others, spills her anger like venom on the freshmen. Until the the day...