I stared at the rose in shock. I'm pretty sure that I was about to pass out again. My head felt light my body felt heavy and the room was spinning.I was genuinely becoming or have already become a damsel in distress. My very feminist warrior mother would be so ashamed if she saw me now.
I extended my arm and gingerly picked up the rose. "Ouch" I mumbled under my breath as a thorn pricked my finger. Figures, how cliche, a rose pricking my finger. Who was I? Sleeping Freaking Beauty. I inspected it slowly and noticed a small tag attached to it.
I fumbled with the small piece of paper and it read
I removed another thorn. Soon nothing will keep us apart. -CThis was the first time someone had signed it.
Well fuck.
C for Craig. Well mother fucker.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
My internal monologue became an external verbal temper tantrum as I started to shout.
What the hell had I don't to deserve this? I know I was a bit of an uptight bitch at times. But I was never purposely malicious to anyone.
I had never stolen candy from a baby or kicked canes out from under little old ladies. My karma should be radiating gold shit by now. Hell I even let a criminal sleep in my bed with me and scratched his back till he falls asleep!
I sunk to the ground like the pathetic mess of a girl I had become. I don't even know if I was actually scared or just angry. I could feel my body vibrating with a burning hatred for my situation and for myself.
I hadn't noticed that in my blind rage someone had joined me in the empty hallway. I was barely aware that a strong arm circled around my shoulder and my head was being pushed into a muscular chest.
I do say barely because the moment they touched my body had been engulfed with fire.
I looked up at him. I had never felt so comfortable in then I did right there.
"Hey." He said.
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Just a little sneak peak into my next chapter.
Hope everyone is keeping safe during these crazy times. Covid-19 man who would have thought. My life has been crazy over here!
My little baby is 1 year old now and man does time fly. I remember when I joined this site I was like 14/15. I was here before ads and premium. Crazy.
Hope to be uploading more soon! It's hard to write a teenage book when you yourself haven't been a teenager for the last five years. 😂 but it's fun to pretend!
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