Hoarding perfect

Hoarding perfect

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(I'm writing on an iPod so please ignore the errors here). I look into my vanity's mirror and sigh deeply. All my life I built an image for myself that I religiously lived by, but now, I watch it crumble beneath my feet. I pick up my pink gloss and apply it lightly to my lips and a really thin layer of mascara. I then put my hair in a slick bun. I feel different, not only because I skipped lunch to have enough appetite for dinner but for a fact that I see a person different in the mirror from who I've known since my freshman year. For some odd reason different feels good. I'm going to get used to this. My door swung open so violently, it made a bang on the wall causing my doorknob bounce off its hinges and roll towards my foot. "I'll get that fixed, promise", my door wrecker said, sounding the least sincere I've heard in my 17 years of existence. "Sure you will", I responded with a bag full of sarcasm seasoning my tone. I look away from my mirror to see Will, the wrecker himself leaning on my door post in a plain grey V-necked tee and wash faded skinny jeans. He flashed me his thousand watt smile,which made his blue eyes most appealing. "Come on, I don't have all day". When I didn't bulge, he strode to me and grabbed my arm still smiling from ear to ear and pulled me up and close to him in a way a dime would not drop if placed between us. "I'm taking you out!"
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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