Reflection- A Louis Tomlinson FanFiction

Reflection- A Louis Tomlinson FanFiction

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., juil. 24, 2014
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I stand in front of the mirror, wanting to gag at the sight myself. I drop to my knees, unable to withstand the agony and pain of myself. The fresh torments and tortures of today echo through my mind and bounce off against the thin walls of my body which barely hold me together. My anguished scream fills the room as I pull the roots of my hair. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I fall to the floor. Sunlight flashes through my window, blinding me. I struggle to push my frail body off the floor and limp towards the window, a sudden desire to see the world beyond me. I see a familiar girl with blonde hair, cascading down her shoulders and back, her head thrown back in laughter. Her blue eyes pop and crinkles form at the side of them as she flashes a smile as radiant as the sunlight itself. Dimples form at the side of her cheeks as she continues to laugh and smile as a she swings back and forth on a tire swing. Her slender body curves and sways in such elegant movements, I am unable to comprehend. Her skin glows brilliantly, as white as pearl itself, contrasting much to the crumpled, blemished paper like mine. The floral wreath on her head falls to the ground in a sudden jerk of the wind. She seems to find this amusing and laughs again. An angelic sound like bells tinkering. So sweet. I envy the girl. My blood boils a the sight of her pure enjoyment. She is happily laughing while my world is like glass shattering piece by piece. That seems somewhat strange, because that girl is me. Well, WAS me.
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DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

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