The Hidden Love

The Hidden Love

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My names Sky and I was homeschooled that I started at a small age. I'm fifteen and I was hoping to keep my hood on forever. The reason why I wear a hood is that I have killed people, including my own dad and it was after seeing me that he died. So ever since then, I have worn hoodies, jackets, hats, coats, basically anything that would hide my face. Why cause I am just too pretty, yes I know this is what normal people say but it is completely true for me. Well, this is about what happened after I started High School. Lots of problems, guys, truths, secret, blood-lust, murder, wolves, and most importantly the other seven creatures; sirens, fairies, vampires, ghosts/ghouls', Phoenix', dragons', nymphs. So if you're interested in things beyond the human brain join me and others on this wacky adventure.
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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