In The Shadows

In The Shadows

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She was different from everyone around her, special even. Not in the daddy loves you special kind of way or the I'm different because I'm foreign kind of way. But special. She met an angel as she described him. He stuck to the shadows and whenever he comes around she never sees his face for he hides it. He is special the same way she is. These creatures don't have a name, nor do anyone normal know they exist in fear that they would be hunted. She was falling for a man she has known for years but hasn't seen the face of. In every way shape or form she doubts that she's actually as special as he makes her out to be. Feigning that every time she did something out of the ordinary that it was her being delusional, that it wasn't real. ~~~~~ "Am I an illusion?" The boy questioned having still not revealed himself to me. "Is it that you're just so scared of being special, of being you that you doubt your very existence?" "If I fit in I'm just another person to go unnoticed. But if I stick out I'm an outcast," I whisper to the figure in front of me. The figure disappeared from my sight only to appear behind me, close enough to feel their body heat on my own. It, or more precisely he, growled at my words, calming before speaking, "not an outcast, just... unique."
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I was standing in the middle of the fire, whispering to the fire that always answered. Letting it grow and dance the way it wanted to. It was weird to have all of this fire around you and not have it burn or touch your fragile skin. With each match and whisper the fire grew, but yells found my ears. My name was screamed into the smoke. No, there couldn't be anyone here? I thought I was alone. I am always alone. This is Hazel, she is a normal girl who has a normal life. She doesn't fit in, anywhere, and her parents have forgotten she was there. Typical teenage world. Until the day she finds out about her ex. His shirt and his blood are found, and something abnormal starts to form. She goes out and tries to figure out whats happening. Will she find that another group of species, thought to be fantasy, exist?

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