Innocent, Sarcastic And Dangerous

Innocent, Sarcastic And Dangerous

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It manifested when I was 12, at the time I was just happy that my father was finally out of my life. I didn't expect it to happen but it did, and it opened my eyes to how sick people can be. I managed to escape, and to this day I still don't know how. It was either a miracle or just pure luck. My life got worse from then on chase after chase and city after city. They always knew where to find me, police just made it worse. This time I'm determined not to be found. I can't get caught and leave my family alone again. I will do anything and everything I have to. To stay safe, stay hidden and live under the radar. Because the world isnt ready for what I am, what I am capable of. I've been forced to live a life of a criminal. Not because I committed a crime, but because my existence is a crime. Well, I didn't commit a crime, before. °°° "What-what are you hiding Sienna?" His expression was intense, foreboding. I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. "Tell me," he persists. "I know something is wrong, you are fucking wrong," a step closer to me "what are you?" The question was barely a whisper. I falter and step back, "n-nothing, I'm fine, what are you even saying!" I am NOT involving any more people. I wont be the cause of another- "I saw the scars, the lights, the fire, I can't pretend I didn't anymore!" I wince at his voice, when did he start to care? What a joke, I can't belive I'm feeling this speechless when I have a billion lies on my tongue. I was never good under pressure. I tended to explode with bursts of either temper or silence. Over the years I have learned both of these have deadly consequences. °°° This is copyrighted. Enjoy!
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