The game. They say a person either has it, or they don't. My mother was one of the greats, but being me is a whole different story. It's complicated, trying to be perfect while you're full of flaws. Being expected to be this perfect little girl, but it seems like I turned into the son they never wanted. Like I said, my mother was one of the greats. Me on the other hand.. I'm kinda screwed. Literally.

Running from your problems is easy when you're a track star. But eventually they will catch up to you, and when they finally do, sometimes it'll make you numb.

[STORY IS ON HOLD AS OF 12/28/15, I AM WORKING ON BOYXBOY [kellic] FANFICTIONS INSTEAD, IT WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED TO READ THEM] [Vampire/supernatural Luke Hemmings AU] Emotions. Such a strange word. Emotions are.. well. I don't know. I don't know what emotions are. I was drained from them at age 13. I yearn to be happy, or sad, just something. I'm like a robot. A bloodsucking robot. I drained myself of emotions. I forced myself to become cold and not to have emotions. It's been three years since I've had any real emotions. I've seen other people experiance 'emotions'. I want to feel emotions again. I made a wrong choice by forcing them out of my system. Deep down, somewhere insine me in a cage, they are there, wanting to be set free. But only one person can set them free. And I have yet to find him again. But when I do, I'll know, because I'll finally see colours again.

"You're so pretty when you're mad." He whispered to me, pinning me against the wall. "Get away, I don't want to hurt you." I growled, not looking up in fear he will run. "It'll just be like a papercut." He chuckled quietly, not knowing the real monster inside me. "Oh.. it'll be worse then a papercut." My lips twitched into the shape of a smirk, and everything went black.