A Black and Broken Heart

A Black and Broken Heart

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Dark, light. Good, bad. What do they mean? When someone says that your dark, are you really dark. When you think of someone being good or bad, are they really good or bad? Being "bad" isn't always doing things that you shouldn't because you feel like it or because it makes you cool. Some people do things that they shouldn't because that's the only way that they can survive, or stable or because they couldn't find any help. When someone is good, how do you know that that is really them? Sometimes people put on a fake smile and they seem, all happy and go lucky, and make it look like their fine but really they're screaming and pleading for help on the inside. This is the story of a girl who looks happy, and go lucky, and a boy who is always on the other side of the law but is never caught time and time again. What happens when these two complete opposites meet and he sees who she really is on the inside underneath her happy go lucky facade?
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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