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I Live With a Creepypasta

I Live With a Creepypasta

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Apr 21, 2016
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Romance
Alexandria Maxine Smith, or Alex for short, is an introverted High school girl that lives on her own in a poor city while being supported by her cheap parents. Many don't know she has a secret side of her, where no one knows she is a Creepypasta artist and sells her artworks to earn a bit more cash. One day, she comes across a gray bloodied sweater. Inside was a black cat with red eyes. She decides to bring the sweater and cat home. What she doesn't know is that things are going to change for better or for worst... Please forgive me, this is my first time writing a story. I will continue to edit the story over time in some areas to improve. Thank you for reading my writing.
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A broken girl... Twenty years old and I'd finally had enough. I couldn't take anymore, so I packed up my things and disappeared, leaving behind my drunken, abusive father and the mother that stood by and watched as I slowly died. I knew I was going, but not where I'd stop. The last thing I expected once on my own, was to be spending my nights stripping at a club in Florida, barely getting by. I should have known running from a past wouldn't make it stop haunting me, because misery will always find me and tear me down until there's nothing left of me. It always has... Things can always change though, right? Like looking up at a handsome, tattooed stranger, and with one stare he has me questioning everything I've ever believed in. I wasn't expecting or prepared for someone to storm into my life. Not him. Jace Montgomery. The name I'll never forget. The need to save me lies in his eyes, but I don't need a savior. Trust- what he wants to teach me. That I'm something more than what I've grown up believing and that I'm worth loving. Those are the things he wants me to believe. How am I supposed to let him in and show me I'm something when I've spent my entire life being... nothing? He won't give up, and honestly, I'm hoping he never does... Because maybe... just maybe... I am worth saving after all.

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