*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

“Someone once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person for you may cut yourself of the shattered pieces.” They were brought together by a painful tragedy. Her past destroyed her mentally and physically leaving her nothing but a hallow body, with a black soul. Her secrets are the roots to all their problems. Will he get cut trying to pick up the broken pieces? Will she self destruct? Deaths..drugs...secrets... Can they handle it?