Black

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-Before-

Safety.

The state of being safe; freedom from the occurrence or risk of injury, danger, or loss..

The state of not worrying about what tomorrow has in store for you.

The state of walking in the streets without looking behind you, afraid.

Afraid because no one has got your back anymore. Afraid because you know that no matter what danger you were in, no one is going to hear your cries of help.

The state that no one appreciates, too oblivious on how does it feel not to get any sleep at night; to feel that you are in danger at all times.

When those 'what if?' thoughts starts driving you to insanity.

'What if someone broke into the house?'

'What if someone is following me wherever I go, waiting to attack?'

I myself, am ashamed to admit that I was one of those people who didn't appreciate the feeling of safety. I never even thought of it or thought of what it would be like feeling unsafe and feeling attacked almost always—never gave it a second thought.

Now, I understand very well that I had a life that loads of people would do anything to experience for even a second.

The thing is if anyone ever hears that, they would never in a million years guess what I was talking about.

It's not that I was popular in school and had the perfect cheerleader life.

Nor was it that I had perfect parents whom were stared at by people wherever they went because of how in love they looked even after years of marriage.

Nor did I had that perfect boyfriend in high school that every girl used to gape at in school hallways, not able to believe that such an angel was real and was walking this earth with them.

Nor was I rich and had a lot of money that could get me whatever I want, whenever I want.

No, that wasn't my life.

My life was very normal.

I was an average student at school.

I didn't have a boyfriend, leave alone a perfect boyfriend.

I didn't have high school lovers as parents, they fought like any regular parents would.

I wasn't rich.

I was normal, completely normal.

It was just safety that specialized my life.

Safety is a treasure.

Yet, so little people think of it that way.

They don't know that once that feeling is gone you would do anything to get it back.

For example: leave your hometown and go to a whole new city—something that I did.

I guess people were right after all, you never appreciate what you have got until it's gone.

I have left my hometown and school.

The town in which I grew up and had my best memories.

The town in which I could have maybe had a happily ever after.

The town in which everything went downhill.

The town in whic-

I took a deep shaky breath, no, I'm not going to think of that. What's done is done, there is no going back.

It's over.

I kept on repeating that to myself as I looked at the city beyond me, and then I gave it one last look before climbing off the rooftop.

It's over.

No, it isn't.....

.....it's just the start.

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AN// So, yeah this is my first ever written book a.k.a it may not be that good, but, hellooo everyone! I'm not so good with those author notes, so I'm just going to save myself the trouble and say the famous 'I hope you like the first chapter' sentence xx