The Twister | ✓

No matter how much I tried, life kept me there.

I mean all I wanted was to die.
I smoked just so I could die.

I even got myself a disease.
But believe it or not, life started looking up from there.

I was used to hating almost everything. It was Gene I inherited from my father.

Who knew a hater like me could see the rainbow after the rain, instead of thick sticky mud.

I'm McKenzie Miller and in one of my downfall, met this golden boy, that thought me how to smile.

He was my twister.

He made me want to live and see the world in a different life.

He loved me, thereby teaching me how to love.
Even in the most confusing way, he held me when I cried.

And as I told myself I wasn't his type, he made sure to make me know that he didn't want a good girl with clean records, he wanted a jailbird that spray painted walls at ungodly hours of the day.

As my ghost chased me, he ran with me.

He is my twister.

COMPLETE
WARNING! I write better in real life, so this will be a kind of immature.
Read with caution. Other than that, enjoy.