The wind goes through my hair, people look at crazy like I am crazy. Maybe I am or maybe you can not get the head or yours out of you ass fast enough to understand me. Would you even thing about wanting to know my name or am I the ghost? I want you to understand my part of the story not make me the fool that hides all the time. Horror Me? Is a story that can not be explained it is just like Maya no one understands the truth of thing but only what you want it to understand the meaning of Horror Me?

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.