I stood there. Watching. Waiting. My mouth felt dry, yet was foaming, and I felt saliva drip down my chin. "s-stop..." Maniacal laughter filled the air like a poisonous song. They were 'fixing' me. They said I was wrong. And so, they took me apart so they could put me back together the wrong way. Now, everything has just collapsed.
I own the Oc, and the cover. I however, don't own Naruto. WARNING this is a mature book, for a mature audience. It includes abuse, Gore, and torture. If you can't handle something like that, please don't read this, then take out your anger on me. I will not tolerate being called sick, horrible, or psychologically messed up. It is your choice to read this. Please don't forget that. If you decide to read it, but later can't take the deep parts, just don't read it. I don't want anyone to force themselves through a part of this. Even for me, some parts caused me to be slightly nauseous. So please, head this warning. If you are squeamish, I don't suggest book. My specialty is dark, twisted story lines. So don't expect anything less.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.