Something Different

Something Different

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I was about to walk out the door when I heard Danny say something behind me. "Rocky. What happened to the good girl?" I stopped for a moment, frustrated. I never wanted to be a good girl. It's just what I was always forced to be. My parents and Danny forced me to be the good girl, with the good grade, and perfect attendance. But I just couldn't do it anymore. So I said, "The good girl got tired of being pushed around, and turned into a bitch." And with that, I walked out the door. I walked the two blocks to Luke's house. I needed. He was the only one who understood me right now. Mason didn't understand, Danny didn't understand, my parents thought I was a child made from the devil himself. But honestly, I didn't care. I was different now. And different was good. ~*~ "R? What are you doing here?" Luke said in shock when he opened the door to find me with a back-pack slung over my shoulder, standing at his doorway. And at that moment I just broke down. Luke carried my crying body to the couch where he sat me down carefully. Scared that if he was too hard, he would brake me. "Your the only one who understands me, Luke." I cried. I tried wiping away the tears, but more just fell. "I just want to let go. I just want to end everything. End it all!" I cried, more, and more, and more. Luke looked at me, like he was a second from breaking down right there, right in front of me. He looked like he was about to jump off the couch and punch a wall. But he stayed put. He didn't cry, he didn't punch a wall. Instead, he spoke, "R. Your the key to my heart. Don't let go. Or I'll be locked forever." And with that, he took my face in his hands, and kissed me with so much passion, I felt like his heart was about to explode.
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***this book contains suicidal thoughts and tendencies, may not be appropriate for younger audiences*** In which she looks for the purpose of life. Lily Carter's parents died in a car crash leaving her and Laura, girl was depressed long before her parents passed away and with all the problems turning up now, Lily felt more miserable - if that's even possible. With her journey to look for life's purpose and grab the small pinch of HOPE - which is ironically her second name -, will she finally snap at the pressure and finally end it all? or will a small light lit her darkened world of grief and loneliness? * "So you know. The little goth girl who gets bullied is indeed a mess. There's this mess in her head that eats her alive everyday isn't it? What to do now Kaden? Tell the whole neighborhood and recieve an award for taking out a crazy in this world?" I spit like vomit. His eyes warmed up as I finished, "Lily. It isn't like that" "What is it then? People stopped caring... they gave up, why aren't you?" I fought my tears. "Because I feel the need to care. Did Leigh hurt you? Did she hit you?" he finally noticed the unusual redness of my cheek. I don't like the way he told me he needed to care for me. I felt like an obligation, a responsibility that he is carrying and carrying leads to getting tired and when people gets tired, they give up. I don't want them to give up on me. But they will, so it's good not to make them care for me in the first place. "I never needed anyone. I stopped needing anyone before, why start now?" I uttered the words again. Why? There is nothing to fight for. No mama. No papa. No sister to love me. No one. So why would I waste my life and the time of others to fix what is already broken - and someone who doesn't want to be fixed? If I may add. Maybe I gave up. No, scratch that. I gave up a long time ago - when my parents died, my hope and purpose went away with them.

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