There's is nothing to be sad about, but I feel sad- No, I want to feel sad. I want to be punched in the face I want to fall of the stairs, I want a car to crush me... And survive. I might be crazy, crazier than everyone thinks I am.

Een verhaal dat gebaseerd is op één leugen. Één leugen, dat honderden gevolgen met zich meesleurt. • Wonen in een hoog elitaire buurt, maar je niet kunnen aansluiten bij hun klasse : Moeilijk.. Hoe kan je je jezelf wurmen tussen de hoge hakken en dure sieraden? Zonder gefortuneerd afkomst of hoge status? Hope hunkert naar het rijke die haar hele omgeving lijkt te hebben. Ieder meisje heeft haar dromen en verlangens. Zo geldt hetzelfde voor Hope. Ze wilt zicht niet langer schamen vanwege haar onbemiddelde afstamming. Ze begeert er zelf zó erg naar, dat ze onbewust een wereld creëert waar alle tegenpolen elkaar tegemoetkomen : Liefde en haat. Arm en rijk. En dan vervolgens, kéihard botsen. • Niets uit dit verhaal mag gekopieerd worden zonder mijn toestemming

*The other version is still up* 3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }