I Am A Bad Person

I Am A Bad Person

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'Hi, my name is Chloe Thomson and I'm a bad person.' That was the first sentence she said to her shrink. With those words said miss Claver started writing down in her note book. Scribble, Scratch, Scribble. That was the only sound in the room. Chloe hated it when there was little sound, it got her thinking something she tried to avoid now a days. She was starting to regret her choice but she knew she had to do what was written. It was her shrink that broke the silence. Miss Claver was staring at her while Chloe was deep in her thoughts. She wondered what this girl had done to make herself think that she was a bad person, so miss Claver asked: 'do explain why are you a bad person?' Cloe expected this question hence she practiced answering it perfectly. Perfecting things, I guess old habits die hard. 'It's a long story.' Chloe said while raising her eye brow as if it was to challenge her but miss Claver has dealt and heard so much horrible things that nothing can surprise her anymore. She kept a blank face and said: 'I've got time.' ********************************************************************************************* update every other day
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But there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected. -- Her parents dead. Everything she ever cared for, gone. She lives on the streets, shelter filled with people who want revenge. She's dangerous. Dangerous to even look at. She finds herself registering at a high-school. Broke, orphaned and lost. She's in trouble and she can't hide forever. High school seems like the most perfect place to hide. When the last shard of her past supposedly dies, there's no one to turn to. When she finds herself in captivity from someone she pissed off, she is saved by her tutor, Peter. Coincidentally, he has a similar past to hers. Together, they detangle themselves from the mess they are entangled in. Twists and turns strangle their necks, making it harder and harder to breathe. Life falls, and death rises. Holding onto that last shred of hope can be dangerous. When one of them is lost forever, the other mourns loudly but is unheard. But nothing will ever be enough.

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