"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
Super long chapter!! Also this is just part 1, there will be a part 2 up sometime soon. You'll know when to listen to the song above :)
"And like the dawn You woke the world inside of me"
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Nova
Today's my birthday and I'm officially a 22 year old.
I can't say that I ever saw myself making this far- if I'm completely honest I didn't think I would make it past 15. When my dad died I lost so much of who I was and I couldn't see myself moving forward. After years of counseling, I started feeling like I found myself once I graduated high school. I got into my dream school, was able to move into the city, and I found two best friends that mean the most to me. Things actually started getting better for me and I thought I really could start living.
The feeling of being confident in myself and being genuinely happy only lasted a short amount of time because he decided to strip it away from me. Now I still find myself stuck in the rut that I was in almost 7 years ago when I lost my dad. I struggle to find pleasure in living, always scared of something or someone ruining it and leaving me to be pulled under the water without a hand reaching out to help.
The counseling always seemed pointless and I just hate that I still somehow feel broken, never having the ability to put myself back together so I could feel complete. I wish I never grew up and found out what the world can do to you. It just fucks you over and over again until you're left feeling fragmented and lost at sea. Life for me is constantly trying to keep my head above water, trying not to get pulled down in the deep, dark abyss and become forgotten. Sometimes I hate that I care so much about being forgotten, but I think deep down we all have a small fascination with being remembered- it's the narcissism in all of us, we can't help it.
So today's my birthday and I'm left wanting to erase all of my bad memories with strong alcohol that will end up making me regret everything the next day. Judy has been planning my birthday for a couple weeks now and insisted Harry and his friends come celebrate my birthday along with Mason and Chase. When Judy first mentioned the idea of Harry and the rest of the guys hanging out with us for my birthday, I was more than apprehensive about it, considering Harry hasn't come around since he walked me home from dinner.
It's been two weeks since I last saw Harry and I'm not sure If I'm sad about him not coming around or if I'm just content. Despite me now being cleared to go back to work, the boys still have been coming around and chaperoning me, driving me to and from the film shop. Each day a new boy comes to pick me up, and I can't help but admit that each time I wish Harry would be the one pulling up in his vintage Mercedes, but I keep being disappointed when I see everyone except him show up.
The last time I was with Harry he just seemed on edge and I still don't understand what happened to make him disappear. I thought he would come and sneak in my room that next Sunday, knowing he always comes on Sundays and brings breakfast, but he never showed and I hate to say that I actually sat and waited in my room for hours. I felt incredibly stupid when it started to get dark out and I was still waiting for him to show.
