Heal My Wounds

Heal My Wounds

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Marianna- 17, Brown Hair, 5'4, Hazel Brown Eyes. She's shy, strong willed, She's lonely, but she chose to be, she pushes people away because she has to. But she feels trapped, and doesn't know what to do other than believe she's meant to die. Why? Her illness, of course. Treatment won't help. What else is there to live for? Family has turned their back on her. What can she do? Zander- 18, Chestnut Brown Hair, 6', Dark, Deep, Blue Eyes. He's cocky, but it's only an act, he seems like a womanizer but he really isn't, people assume he's got his shit together but he doesn't, There's more to him than they think. These two have plenty in common - on a deeper level - but they both must maintain their reputation on public grounds in order for no one to get into their business. Zander- The Womanizer Marianna- The "Bitchy" Loner These are the names that people have known them as. But will it change when they cross paths and their secrets unwind? Based and Influenced/Inspired by: My Fake Boyfriend by ToTheExtreme95 P.s. Some of the information about the sickness and the symptoms in this story are not true.
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ONGOING, SLOW UPDATES. Thank you for reading though! As a young girl you had always believed that monsters as they seemed, were always big creepy things, with sharp teeth and long claws. Piercing eyes and mouths wide enough to swallow you whole. But one thing you didn't realize is that, monsters aren't what you had always imagined them to be. They are real. And sometimes, they're a lot closer to you than you think. 18 year old Hana is forced into moving across the country to a foreign land, full of people she doesn't know, just for her father's business. She fears that she won't ever fit in, but that all changes when she comes across a mysterious boy, whom she can't seem to get enough of. Secrets are revealed, blood is shed and tears are cried but does Hana have what it takes to live this life she's been thrown into? Or will her depression swallow her whole as she fights to keep her head above water. "The mafia it seems is no place for a girl like you" "I'd rather die than be seen with the likes of you" "I can't! "I can't do this anymore. You lie you cheat you do everything in your power to make me not trust you! I've just found out you were using me and for what? To what end? Huh?" You scream into the boys face but he doesn't even flinch. His eyes still dark and stormy pools. "I trusted you. Maybe even loved you! What am I? Just a fucking toy to satisfy your musings?" You can't help but let a tear to slip down your flush cheek, allowing it to leave a warm traitorous trail down your face that cools and dries upon contact with the air around you. "Maybe that was the old me, but you aren't just a play thing now. You're my world"

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