Burned
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  • Reads 1,219
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 39m
Ongoing, First published Mar 12, 2017
#167 in Teen fiction on 24th March.

Today, I saw a girl. A girl covered in black, plated with misery and eyes that were swollen and red.

Today, I saw a girl face to face who was knocked down by someone, no one knows how many times, her eyes stared into mine, not averting, dreadly, wretched, full of despair.

Today, I saw a girl. I tried smiling at her but she didn't, she didn't smile back.

Today, I saw a girl, a girl demanding for answers, answers to "Why I stopped loving her? Why did I abandon her? Why was she left alone? Why did I hate her when once, she was the one I love the most, why?"

Today, I saw a girl. A girl covered in black, plated with misery and eyes that were swollen and red.

Today, I saw a girl. A girl, I see everyday in mirror.

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Hello, I am Aleeza Salian. I wouldn't have imagined myself to be telling my story until about a few weeks ago, but then one always finds a story when they find out a ground breaking truth... or a lie. 

In my case, there was both. 

My truth? I could be in love with a certain person whose father was supposed to be a person who died in an accident as MY father.There was also the awkward implication that I loved my brother - in not an exactly brotherly way...

My lie? That would apparently be my entire life.
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