Love is stronger then death Eric draven LS

Guardian Angel's

Hannah's POV

I wasn't always homeless, you know. I wasn't always so afraid of people. I wasn't always like the way I am now. I used to have a family, a mother, a father, my twin brother, and my very own loving boyfriend to call my own. But everything changed that night. My family was killed by a gang.
I only lived because I was with my boyfriend at the time. I wish I was there. Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much if I was. Maybe I could've saved them.

After that night It all changed with my boyfriend. He's the reason why I was kicked out of our apartment. That jackass made me put all my life savings into that apartment. And he kicked my ass out. We had a huge fight, I don't even remember what it was about anymore. He ended up hitting me and he kicked me to the cold streets. Which to me, was a pretty dick move if you ask me. Not even a week later I found him with another girl in his arms and I knew love wasn't for me. Love wasn't real. Love is just when you don't want to be alone and then when your not lonely you move on to the next person. That's how I've always seen it.

I didn't cry because I knew he wasn't going to love me forever like he promised. Promises are meant to be broken. I knew he wouldn't love me anymore. I somehow knew he wouldn't love me forever like promised. His heart didn't belong to me. I knew his feelings for me would change. Heartbreak doesn't hurt as much as people says it does. Pain is just an emotion, it can't take over your life. Love ruined my life. It killed my family. And it was killing me.

I sat down in my rags of dirty clothing. I had nothing left. Nothing. I had nothing to call my own. I had no family, no friends, nothing. I only had the clothes on my back. I've been fearing for my life for a long time. Just waiting for the day of own death to take me. So I wouldn't suffer anymore then I had to.

I was a teen when I was kicked out. Now I fear that a gangs going to come and kill me. Not for anything I did, just for score. I've been running a long time from Gangs and people who would put me in child homes. I didn't need or want broken promises that people would love me. They couldn't keep the cold stone promises.  They never do. So I ran and I ran. I ran till I couldn't even keep up with myself anymore. Life without love didn't bother me. But seeing people that passed by me everyday, looking at me with pity filled eyes, that's what's terrible about it. I don't need people's pity or unkept promises. I don't need anything from people. We are all human and love is just a word.  Nothing about that is ever going to change that.

I shivered in my wet clothes.  Damn the rain. Doesn't it ever stop raining? I wished it would. Just for once. I would like to feel the sun on my face again. I really hated how I would be sleeping on the ground and out of nowhere it starts raining.

My life really is fucked up.

I hugged myself trying to give myself warmth. Even though I know it wouldn't do me any good. I put the blanket around trying to get warm and trying not to get sick. Even though I know getting sick would be in my future. It was still cold as hell.

I leaned up against the wall looking to the cloud filled sky with billion little tears falling from it. I could feel my ratty hair getting wet. I gave up on my appearance a long time ago.

I sighed to myself. 'My life is so fucked up'. I thought.

I then heard two voices approaching me. Oh god. I did what I always did when people approached too close. I hid in my blankets. Maybe if I don't move they won't see me. Or think I was sleeping or even dead. Whatever floats their boat. I have to at least try right? "Whoever it is could die in this cold", urged a concerned, female voice that filled me with confusion. Why the hell would anyone care about my wellbeing? Mind your own damn business. But what really was on my mind was.