[WARNING: This story may contain sexual content, violence, and swearing. People who are sensitive to these themes should NOT read this book.]
"Yeah, better safe than sorry, but has it ever crossed your mind that you're playing it too safe?"
I've al...
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It's not simple to say
I'm not anything like I used be, although it's true
I was never attention's sweet center
I still remember that girl
She's imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help
She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
I sang quietly as I opened my locker. But that was before I froze and tensed up hearing that voice.
"That's a nice little voice you have."
My grip on my locker tightened. The need to take my books long forgotten. Staring at the stack of books, I desperately tried to forget what the owner of the voice did. I tried to get the image of him out of my mind.
A hand landed on my shoulder. I instantly flinched at the contact. In a flash, I had slammed my locker shut while I shoved his hand away from my shoulder.
"Don't touch me." I said defiantly, staring at his chest in front of me to avoid eye contact.
He chuckled leaning on the locker next to mine, crossing his arms.
"You can act like you're all strong and bold you want. But all it takes is one look to know you are afraid of me." He said, mocking me.
Liting the cigarette on his hand, he placed it on his lips.
I lifted my chin boldly, staring straight into his eyes, challenging him. But all I did was shrink back in fear.
Those pair of honey brown eyes that looked exactly like Sam's. Those pair of eyes that watched me, suffered in pain. Those eyes that brought me years of pain.
I cowered back while he laughed evilly, blowing puffs of smoke onto my face.
He wore a hoodie, just like the other watchers. Although he didn't strap on a bandana (with skull) around his face. All I had to do is to look at his eyes to know that he was one of them.
