Imperfect Me. (ON HOLD)

Imperfect Me. (ON HOLD)

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I love graffiti ; isn't it just amazing? The art, the mark you leave behind. I was chilling with two of my most trusted adding what we call adding our mark to the dull brick alley. We looked like a unit with our matching gang hoodies; hoods up and our half-face balaclavas adorned. We had nearly completed the graffiti of our logo when an ear piercing shriek, no doubt female, sounded in the air. We froze. Dropped our spray cans and followed the voice... In front of us was a fragile, small girl, approximately our age being thrust against the wall. Tears ran endlessly down her bruised face while the ruthless attacker towered over her tiny frame. Before anything else could happen we found ourselves sprinting head first towards the attacker. The attacker turned towards us. Shock momentarily lined his face before it twisted into a repulsive snarl, he had pulled a fist back but it was too slow and we got what we needed. Him to make the first move. A/N: this is my first story. Please give it a chance... I suck at this blurb thing. Don't steal, or copy etc it is copyrighted. Every little piece! ENJOY.
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A complete blackout had occurred to me while I lay down almost lifeless at the school's hallway. The smell of blood, the sight of blood made my cries heavier. Their laughter as they walked away, leaving me all alone at the hallway to die. I slowly lifted up an arm from the floor and slowly touched my head in fear. I looked at my bloody palm and my heaving fastened. I was going to die. I knew I was. All this didn't stop me. Dying over and over again because of his Victim game still didn't stop me. "I'm really stupid for still loving you after what you did to me. I thought I was like the special girl you ever met but it hurts when I realize I'm just like every girl you had to screw. I'm just like every girl you had to break up with after you were done with them. It was Freya, Hillary and some other girls who keep glaring at me anytime they see me and now I'm next. Do you have fun torturing other girls just because they like you?" I became a hateful Victim. NB: Contains Mature Themes & Strong Language Rated 18+ Book 1 of the Victim Games

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