She was scared of him
Yet he wasn't scared of her
He was rude and didn't care about anyone
She was easy to love
They were both guarded
They both have had their fair share of pain
What will happen once they meet?
Will she still love him
Or will...
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--A BLOODY HIT MAN. OMG. NOPE, I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS IS TRUE. WHAT THE HELL. DID I TAKE SOME LSD BEFORE GETTING HERE OR SOMETHING? Wait a minute, what the hell is sticking out of his back. Wings, yet they were not your usual white coloured ones, these were in fact black.
As crazy as it sounds, he looked almost beautiful and at peace. It is like he is doing the one thing he can truly connect with, but hurting someone? Nope i am not going to just stand here and watch him kill the man.
"Hey stop it!" I shouted jumping off the last step scaring the mysterious winged person who made me feel safe and the poor man getting beaten senseless. Before I knew it, the same warm hands I had missed were latched onto my arms once again.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? I told you not to follow me. You know what I don't care, while you are here you may as well join the party" each of his words getting more venomous as he carried on talking.
"I'm down with that" I said with a wide grin skipping over the bloodied man. "I'm Ella Grey nice to meet you" I once again did not let my smile falter as I shook the mans hand.
"I'm-" his sentence was cut off as the winged man stood in front of me pushing me behind him protectively as if the bloodied man could hurt me. Yet that is slightly confusing as he was the one getting hurt.
"Psst winged man, can you let me go now?" I tried to whisper yet obviously failed miserably. All he did was grunt in response and push me with more force than needed to the side.
Before he could even think about punching the man again, I clamped his wrist in my hand and pulled him all the way up the stairs with me, at first he was reluctant but he soon gave up as he knew i would drag him anyway.
I carried on pulling him until we were outside of the house once again, the only word I could seem to form though was the single three lettered word everyone hated and this was "why?"
"Is that seriously the only pathetic thing you could seem to form? God you are more ridiculous than I thought. I do it because i have been through so damn much in my life and it is a way to relive stress. You know i hate people like you, with their perfect little lives in your perfect little world you probably don't even know what real pain is like." he said as his eyes clouded darker.
"You know, just because i seem like i have this perfect little life does NOT mean my life is any near good. if anything my life is a daily living hell" tears started to cloud my vision.
"Huh, like what?" he said as if challenging me to reply.
"Now why would i tell you?" i challenged back.
"One reason why you wouldn't is because you know your life IS perfect" he said becoming angrier and angrier.
And that is when i finally snapped and shouted back "really so getting your mum and brother murdered in front of you isn't painful? your dad hating you for it so from the age of 14 blames you and as an outlet hits you just for fun? having to get a job to be able to keep a roof over my own head and some sort of food in front of me is something everyone has to do? Next time before making a huge assumption maybe you should ask" and that is when i ran and did not look back, not even for a second.
And that is all i remembered before everything turning black.
