The Light In My Darkness

My name is Charlotte Aviva Martin and this isnt my story. To say the least, this isnt even my name. This is a story about survivors, people who have their own darkness but cant seem to find a way to free themselves, to loosen the bonds that tie to the all-encompassing shadows of the night....

Love, have it in any form, is said to be your saviour, your rescuer or even your salvation but...

Isn't it love that plunges the toughest of men into a blinding ocean of darkness....holds you close then leaves you, defeated and broken....shatters you to a point of no return all whilst drowning you in the land of the blindsided.

Is it love that could save you from the darkness and become your only light.....

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"Andrew, what are you doing?" I ask as my back hit the wall. I was in his room and honestly, I was not sure why.

"Giving myself to you.....is it a crime?" A smirk on his face as he walks closer. It wasn't a funny joke. I try to escape but I am caught in his trap. Wrapping hands around me, he kissed me roughly. I squirmed as I felt him harden against me, what did I get myself into now...

~The Light In My Darkness~

WARNING: This may be viewed as a melancholic story and may contain scenes of rape, murder, killing, abuse or abusive language.

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