Sparks
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Everything was going perfectly, until it shattered. I had never thought about life as a gift. It was just something that came and went. Life is a time bomb, and now so am I. Another thing is: you never know what you have until it's gone, or rather wrenched away from you. When my world came crashing down, it was like a hurricane. I heard it coming and closed my eyes, so I didn't have to feel it until it got there. But then, it struck. Hard. Every wall, every secret, and every memory exploited. It all started with one text; one two worded, five lettered text from an unknown number was just the beginning of my obliteration, just one spark. Fire cannot be lit by one spark, so it snowballed from there until the fire burned like an ember; until it gave the third-degree to everyone who came near it. It all started with the text that read "I know -J"
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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