A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

"Why can't you tell me what's wrong with you? Maybe I could fix it?" I desperately pled, hoping he would just open up to me. "I'm not some toy, Ivory. You can't just 'Fix' me." Nathan mumbled. He kept an emotionless cold face on but I could see past it. I could see the broken little boy who needed my help and by God was I going to help him. "Then lets be broken together." I reply softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. Nathan stiffened for a second when I touched him but he soon relaxed. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. He then kissed me with so much heat and passion. I had never felt so alive. I, Ivory Williams was making out with my loner neighbour while standing in the middle of a public park. "I can't." Nathan pulls away and pushes me off him. "I can't do this anymore, I need to tell you something and you're never going to want to talk to me again." Nathan looked as pale as a ghost, a mixture of sadness and fear consumed his eyes. "Nate, You're scaring me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So how did I find myself naked in front of the hot new neighbour? How did I find myself so mesmerized by the most moody loner boy, who I hate yet I can't breathe without. Someone who in fact is hiding a dark secret. A secret that would not only change my life but make it crash down around me. Sometimes Love isn't so straight forward. Love can come in many shapes and forms, Mine came in the form of Nathan Rosenfield.

"You know, most of us are just fallen angels, but some of us were just born in Hell," His deep voice utters, a small grin playing at his lips, and I know he's straight from Hell. NEWLY REVISED AND RE-WRITTEN VERSION BEING DONE NOW AND WILL BE AVAILABLE IN BOOK FORM SOON

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