Chapter 1

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Pain
I never really knew one could feel pain. So much pain. But it's not physical. Although I wish it were. If this was a physical pain it would heal and I'd move on. How do you move on from a mental pain? A heartache? A pain so deep that it breaks your mental wall of defense to its last brick like a wrecking ball. It's my birthday today. And he wanted it to be memorable. A day I would never forget. Well guess what? I will remember this day forever. This day will haunt me for the rest of my pathetic life. Most people my age have boyfriends and girlfriends and they exchange robotic and rhythmic I love you's everyday without even knowing the meaning of love. Love has nothing to do with age and anyone who understands love, knows it for a fact. So what if I'm only seventeen? I was always mature for kids my age. I wasn't naïve. Neither was I cranky and needy. Unlike other kids and teenagers, I liked my space and I would rather be home on weekends than out. I wasn't the nerdy type either. I just had certain preferences. It all changed after him. I saw things I never knew existed. Literally. It was like he showed me some light. I was falling hard and fast. But for what? Why was I being played like he pulled me out of some darkness I never knew I was consumed by. So why was this happening to me now? If he wasn't meant for me, why did he cross my path?
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Next morning

      My head is pounding and it feels like a hangover. But I don't drink. I never have. I had the wierdest dream last night. But nothing seems normal anymore. Nothing has been normal after him. The excruciating pain is a constant in my life. It will always be. But for now, I have to get out of this bed and walk down with a smile. It's been a month and I'm expected to be on my best behaviour. As I pull the thick blanket from my body, it tears into two. What the hell? I feel a rush inside me as I get out of my comfortable bed. It's definitely adrenaline because if it's not adrenaline, the pain won't let me function. I walk to the dressing mirror and great! I look like hell. I also feel like hell.
I am Aurora Evans. And I turned 18 today. Happy fucking birthday.
      

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