"My hero..." I muttered as i wake with a start and my hero's image is etched into my memory. I shook my head, but his form remained in my mind's eye...I just couldn't stop thinking about him. With his image still in my mind, I leap out of bed to race to my desk. I scramble for a pad and pen before scretching his face as if I had seen it a million times. I draw his high cheek bones, curving my hand easily; then I create his perfectly rounded, silver silver and add the slight point at the top of his right ear. Next i scratch where his hair flops just right of covering his left ear before drawing his perfect full lips. Finally i finish with the slight dimples that form when he smiles.
I laid the paper down on my lap, just staring right at it. It was perfect...just like him. 'But who is he? How did he know about me? How he did he know how to find me?' I thought quickly, but would the questions ever be answered? But i wondered if i could live without thanking him? No, i would find my hero, even if it took me a million years and if I had to travel to the end of th earth to find him. For him, it would be worth it...
I walked over to the mirror with my eyes closed; then i take a deeo breath and look...I thought i would see a bruised, beaten up girl, who would have appeared to be through the wringer not just once; but instead, i stare back at a perfectly healthly, young girl. My hair was silky brown hair, while my green eyes sparkly eyes illunated my flawless skin. 'But didn't I crash? There is no way that i should be in precise condition after such an impast! No doctor could heal bruises and bones over night; so how is this possible?' I think as i stare at the mirror, trying to make sense of it all. i'm wearing the same faded blue jeans, but where did this black hooded jacket come from? I know for a fact it isn't mine...so it must be his! This jacket must belong to my hero. i take a sniff and it smells like the woods and something else that i can't quite pick out. I yank it off and scan it inside out, searching for a tag. In tiny letters i can clearly read A.E...whoat could that stand for? Intitials, most likely, but whose? Nobody i know starts with a A, but i'm not discouraged. I'm one step closer to finding my hero and i don't plan on giving up until i do...
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Dark Love
Lãng mạnWritten by-IrisIvyPetal and IceStarE "I'm sorry...I can't tell you!" I yelled at my precious Sabrina as memories of my killings swam through my head. "I'm a monster...I'm evil...but most of all, I have to stay unknown..." "Why? You say you love me...