False Perfection

False Perfection

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"Maybe I'm too pretty to love" I say quietly to my best friend, tangling my fingers with his and he looked at me as if I had said I saw satan in church, "Maybe you're too beautiful to touch" he whispered moving his head to touch mine. I gasp before rolling my eyes "I wish it never happened, that I could be happy after all these years" he shook his head, moving slowly, his lips almost touched mine, gasping I close my eyes "Jasper, what are you doing" I whisper and his lips softly brushed against mine as he spoke "loving you". Aurora thought that she could be happy with Jasper Docs, but when a night cap turns into something much more sinister, Aurora doesn't see how anyone can love her, not even Japser.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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