From a broken heart to a smile

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Parts 5
Time 9m

Reads 58
Votes 8
Parts 5
Time 9m

It was two years ago, he was the one that ruined my life and ruined everything i had in life. He killed the people that mattered to me in life. But was it him or not? I just possibly couldn't believe it was really himAll Rights Reserved

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He wasn't always like this... was he? Was it a specific moment that led to where we are today? Was I too blind to see through his façade? Was I blind enough to overlook his sociopathic, sadistic tendencies? No answers, I have no answers. But it doesn't matter anymore. Neither of us are the same people we once were. It's too late for him and I. We can't turn around from the grave sins we've committed. He's the monster I loved once but now, he's the spawn of Satan himself. I was once the girl he supposedly loved but now... I'm just an object of his torments. "You really think you'll be able to leave me?" The sinister look in his eyes keep me alert. "No," I answer truthfully as the blood dripping down my skirt. "You will keep me alive till my heart bleeds for you. Until you break me completely and that's when I'll take my last breath that takes me away from the man who created hell on earth for me; and that's when I'll leave you, forever."

How could it have gone like this? Why did it have to be them? Just why in the world did it have to be him? And just what did it want from him? Truly want from him?

I decided upon many decisions to become concealed into this new life, i shut out the rest of this world for one, one person that changed my life forever, and yet, im the only one who can see him...

I never knew he was famous..... but, I don't care. he helped me. I love him. do I? yes..... but with my problems? my fucked up life? how can he possible love me? I'm disgusted with myself. I'm worthless. but he loves me.... he does? yes. Indeed. he does.

Sure I don't remember his face , but why do I seem to sense him everywhere I go. At college, at parties, at home. I have to be imaging all of this, but it all feels so real. Sure I can't remember him but, every word he speaks can be heard so clearly and every touch placed on my skin can be felt for years after. Tw: -cursing -underage drinking -stalking -drug use -panic attacks -mentions of blood -murder

This is told from the perspective of that is read in a diary. It is simple and if you like simple then go ahead and read this. This is real events from a real diary. Permission was given to me to post. And i think it holds a lesson in this.

I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.

The wolf attacked me and I feel as though now bearing these scars I am alive but a part of me is dead. No one could love me, no one will love this tampered body but one. He is the one I truly love and he loves me until he tells me his secret. The one that will tear us a part and the one that will put me in danger. Is it love now? Or was it all just a lie?

You were his, he was yours but feeling the others gave you both a better perception of life and of each other.

Not many people know who they are meant to be with. I am not one of those people. I knew the exact moment when I realized who my future was. The only problem is that he does not know so instead I give him my devotion secretly...

Broken By Mafia

He wasn't always like this... was he? Was it a specific moment that led to where we are today? Was I too blind to see through his façade? Was I blind enough to overlook his sociopathic, sadistic tendencies? No answers, I have no answers. But it doesn't matter anymore. Neither of us are the same people we once were. It's too late for him and I. We can't turn around from the grave sins we've committed. He's the monster I loved once but now, he's the spawn of Satan himself. I was once the girl he supposedly loved but now... I'm just an object of his torments. "You really think you'll be able to leave me?" The sinister look in his eyes keep me alert. "No," I answer truthfully as the blood dripping down my skirt. "You will keep me alive till my heart bleeds for you. Until you break me completely and that's when I'll take my last breath that takes me away from the man who created hell on earth for me; and that's when I'll leave you, forever."

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