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I always liked to know where things went wrong. It doesn't matter the situation, as long as I know where things went wrong then maybe everything can be fixed. That's how I had always been since I've been a little girl. Observing the people and things around me. My dad always gave me credit for that though. By watching what everyone else does, seeing the way they do things, simple things can be pointed out. Which is sometimes a solution to problems and disagreements. I was always the goody two-shoes in my family. I always got amazing grades, had good attendance, and never got into any trouble.
No one really pays attention to how fast one thing, one small and simple thing, can change one's life forever. One minute you could be walking down the street and could witness someone committing murder, you could be driving and end up in a car accident. Anything can change a person's life drastically. Either for worse or for better. Now I don't know where I stand. I feel like I'm in the middle. Something happened to me – something people would without a doubt call completely insane. At first, I knew it would be for worse. But somewhere along the lines, things took a shift and became great.
People might consider this a tragic love story. Hell I'm considering it to be one. But how can something so wrong, someone do wrong, feel so good? How does living recklessly and dangerously feel so good? He became my downfall, then he made me into a queen, and in the end he was my ruination. It's like he wanted to made me feel whole before destroying me entirely. To knock me off the throne he built for me. I was completely under his spell; he had me wrapped around his finger so tight that I could never escape. Despite being ruined and broken by him, the aftermath he left me with still continued to tear me apart. The demons living inside my head.
I don't know how or why I still love him. Why I'm still longing for him. Wanting him to come back and fulfill the void he made. Because I know, and he knows, that he could be the one to fix it. He knew damn well the game he was playing. What he was doing. He played everything so good that I couldn't put together the pieces and finding the wrongs. He played his cards right. The pleasure of it all, the adrenaline of it all, and the thrill of it all, is what made him to be who he is. No one could break him, no one could tear him down. Absolutely no one could knock him off of his own throne. The only one who could, is himself.
Now the thrill of it all, will become his downfall. As he drowns, I will rise up and show him he was never the strong person he made himself to be. Though he was somewhat a strong person, he was mainly filled with fear. Which is why the thrill, his thrill, because his escape in his own mind. It drew him further and further into darkness.
— Hieveryone! A new story I have been working on it published! It is called Thrill and the first two parts are published! Please go ahead and check it out! More updates are to come since I'm out of school for the summer! But please go check out my new story!
