Love me or die

Love me or die

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Chained to the bed as tears run down my face, I scream loudly " I WANNA GO HOME!! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! Please someone. " I had been screaming for hours an hours around the clock , shortly but surely losing my voice. Footsteps approach getting louder by the second, my pulse starts jumping with fear.. In he walk tall brown skin and handsome I must say. He had on no shirt 12packs shining as if he just got out the shower. He walks up to me a yanks me by hair and pulls me closer to him. I let out a loud weep. "This is your home baby.." This is about a confused girl. How could you love someone who hurts you is love that strong or Is it all for her freedom. What will happen in the end will love win or will it kill (Revised version of caged)
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CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

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