We walk into a grocery store. Many pairs of eyes watch us move swiftly down the aisles. 
                              “Has he hurt you" Clive picks up a couple cans of spaghetti o's. I shake my head no. I grab a loaf of white bread. 
                              “I can tell that you are lying. Is it emotional or physical" Clive continues to question me. I look away reaching towards the apples. Clive puts his hand under my chin, turning it towards him.
                              “What is it" Clive's eyes darken. I start regretting coming with him. There is barely any people in the store. I sign emotional. He drops his hand and I walk further away from him. 
                              “I'm going to kill that guy" Clive mutters. “Sorry if I scared you" he apologizes. I ignore him playing with a strand of my black hair. In the background I see Death.
                              “I think that we're almost done shopping" Clive announces. I pick up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. Clive rolls the cart to the check out. I stand by the window. Steven walks up to me. 
                              “There you are. Been looking all over for you" Steven says. I just glare at him. 
                              “Come to my place later for a good time" He blows me a kiss and goes to the dairy aisle. Clive luckily doesn't notice Steven. Why do guys like me I can't technically have a conversation with them or laugh at their stupid jokes. The groceries are placed in his backpack.
                              Time skip
                              I sat on the bed, scrolling through the pictures before the accident. Two smiling people stare at the camera. I stop at a different picture turning my head. There is Steven in one picture with me smiling. 
                              I trace a tiny scar on his cheek. I scan the background and throw the book next to me and scaddle out of the room. In the picture Ben was a shadow. I would be screaming if I could then I would. 
                              What was that a poorly taken picture or is there something he's not telling me.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Devil's daughter
FantasySixteen year old Angelique is finally released from a hospital with a friend. No, not any kind of friend your thinking of unless it's a six foot, black shadow figure who always seems to protect you. She can't find out what caused her to go into a co...
 
                                               
                                                  