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The Struggle

Al3xandria_Samson

Leituras 20
Votos 0
Capítulos 1
Tempo 7m

Leituras 20
Votos 0
Capítulos 1
Tempo 7m

Al3xandria_Samson

I'm the one you see in the halls. You wonder who I am , as soon as I am out of your sight, you forget who I am...not like you ever knew me. 

     When you see me , you recognize me , but never believe who I am. I may be 'The Struggle'. So it is was they call her. So likely i am she who moves so swiftly in the dark , fights back for those whom are innocent, also proves the innocence of those who don't look it. 

     You may call me a freak, you say i'm quiet, you say i'm odd. So beautiful , but never speaks. Though you don't know that I've saved your life or the life of someone you love, the motto of 'The Struggle' ... "Never speak to the lives you've saved,for you will bring them a cluster of bad luck" . The last person i spoke to after i saved ... oh such a fool i was. Who was it ? you ask. That doesn't matter. What happened ? You continue. Questions is all you have but after the answer is learned , it is always forgotten. But not with me. 

    'The Struggle' is what they call me. As i conclude my story in a matter of time, the reason , story and meaning behind my name will be revealed. 

     Just know , when my story is learned, you will never forget it , you will never forget me, you will never forget what i did , or who i was , neither will he. 

I am Samantha Malefica , i am 'The Struggle'Todos os Direitos Reservados

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Prologue - Begin With The End In Mind
ter, jan 6, 2015

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Once Caleb reached the bottom of the stairs he quietly opened the door and tiredly switched on the light "Jayden it isn't morning yet buddy you need to-" he froze in place staring at a man he didn't know standing in his living room. The man stared back at him like a deer in the headlights, he looked a few years older than Caleb, had stubble growing around his face, dark brown greasy hair that wasn't styled in any particular way and was wearing full black aside from the muddy navy blue trainers he was sporting. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" Caleb demanded in a hushed whisper, he also noticed the black backpack the stranger was carrying and the open living room window he'd clearly used to gain entry, the vase that was previously rested on the windowsill lay in pieces on the ground, that must've been the crash that had awoken Caleb from his tranquil slumber. "Just a passerby, no one much" the strange man whispered back an air of mystery hanging about his every word. "Inside my living room?" Caleb replied folding his arms and sizing the man up, after his beating earlier in the evening he wasn't exactly fighting fit, the intruder was also taller and muscly, there's no way Caleb would win if it came to a fight. "Consider me Santa Claus alright? Now go back to bed kid" the man answered calmly pointing at the door as if Caleb was a child. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm 18. Santa isn't real" Caleb responded harshly taking a step forward, the man noticeably took a step towards the window eyeing Caleb up with a smirk. TWs (these will not be appearing at the top of chapters so take this as your final warning) Abuse Self Harm Smut Rape Homophobia Themes of Suicide Murder Mentions of Disordered Eating This story is not promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people.