Pulchritudinous

Pulchritudinous

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~Hiatus/Editing/Writing Privately~ "ADHD, Depression, self-medicated, what else do you want to know?" All I could do was look at his throat, my eyes not wanting to meet up to the dark abyss of his pupils. His lips tilted into a grin, and I felt cool fingers press against my chin, caressing it before making me look up. Instead of his eyes, I focused on his hair now. My nostrils flared, feeling the faint scent of weed creep into my lungs from his breath, "ADHD isn't a sickness, all geniuses have it." I spoke briefly, not wanting to be fully audible as I hoped someone would catch us here. Behind the school, and would immediately assume the worst and call Louis. I watched as his mouth opened wider, giving me a stronger scent of whatever 'self-medication' he was talking about. I closed my eyes, and heard him chuckle, "Genius... that's a new one." - Lauren Hayes hid behind the mass of fights, despair, and tyrants in her school. Slowly, she became invisible. She went to Harlington High, the school full of whom children refer to as 'bad guys'. Yet, from what she had seen, the line between evil and good wasn't so clear, as most would think. So she learned to keep her mouth shut. But she was innocent once, we all were. She used to believe in God, in heaven, in hell, and that she had her life figured out. She was so wrong. And the one who started it all, was the farthest person from her mind these days. To them, he was known as Kevin. To her, he was known as Eden. And one, unlucky afternoon sends her stumbling into one of his many secrets. And she's stuck, with no way out as he pulls her deeper and deeper. Until she can't breathe. - Songs, Gifs, and photos are not my own, but the plot, characters, their personalities, and backstories are. All rights reserved. Cover made by atroXit
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