The Wasted Youth

My life was a series of successes, followed by one larger than life downfall. I'd been the perfect daughter, the straight A student, and the big little sister.

The Wasted Youth was my favorite band. Fronted by the one and only tattooed heartthrob, Ash Eerie. (Whom might I add was way too old for me to begin with.) His voice was as deep as the ocean and as smooth as fine wine. His lyrics told stories that damn near hypnotized you.

From a distance he was pure perfection. When you got as close as I had though, he was broken beyond repair. I never thought he'd fall for me, that I'd be that girl. I'd been nothing more then one of the thousands of screaming girls calling his name, desperately wishing and wanting him to notice me.

I'd tell you to be careful of what you wish for, but the truth is, I wouldn't take back a single moment in our twisted affair. I became untouchable. Consumed by his dark world. A world I'd been sheltered to before him. I had fallen for Ash, so hard, that when I woke up from the deadly dream I'd been living, I was on the verge of death and my innocence was long forgotten.

© Mimi Shiba