SOMETIMES, I forget that we are ruled by our emotions, fear, love, hate, hope. Some believe love encompasses all but for me, I believe its fear that drives us all. I might be wrong but fear is all I've known for most of my life but if you do insist, I ask this. Why did mother leave me I this dark, dreary and cursed place? The darkest of all the forest: The dark wood forest. Was it her so called love for me that pushed her to do so or was it just plain old fear doing the talking. Well, it's been 12 years since that day and I'm afraid all happy, loving memories have been tainted ever since.
We've become close, fear and I. i feed it, harness it and wield it against the dangers of my home and in return, it sustains me, gives me purpose, keeps from consuming me but in a sense, I have already been consumed because I am fear and I will always be fear.
**MATURE** ⚠️🔞
"Fuck me" I told him bluntly, his hands falling on my arms only to tightened.
"What?" He asked and I leaned against the island.
"You heard me" I told him.
"I..."
"Its what I want" I told him truthfully and in the darkness I could hear him suck his teeth.
"I can't just fuck you without a reason behind..." But before he could finish I smacked him hard.
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My life screamed bad luck in all aspects.
Thought black cats carried a curse?
Do try me.
Broke a glass and thought you're now cursed?
Apparently you have not Heard my story?
Ever walked under a ladder by accident and your luck went from good to bad?
Sorry to dissapoint my dear but I've been walking under ladders for years.
Everyday was my friday the thirteenth every since dad left our life when I was only fourteen. Being abandoned by my own mother was nothing a fourteen year old ask for yet it was given to her.
Rose bush have thorns they say but my life has been a constant battle every since.
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