Bruises and scars were the marks on my body that reminded me of the past, reliving it in my flashbacks, only to remember them as a bad nightmare. Now to come to think of it, my childhood was more dangerous than I had thought. Today was one of those days where I could feel every memory in my veins. No parents, a cold brother, and a killer who so happened to be my brother's friend. He was after me. I don't know why, but he hated me. But everything tuned around when I met the love of my life, Zayn Malik. My name is Krystal WInters, I'm now 21, and this is my story, how I was scared to believe, scared to explore, and scared to live.
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