Oh, the little men, marching, marching, marching around the basement I call my room, my safety, my home. The people in my town are convinced I'm possessed or insane, whichever suites them. They care more for themselves, overlooking my scarred arms and the hateful message "Die Bitch" scrawled on my stomach with a knife last year; a result of the shits that stoop low enough to bully a nobody like me. The little men in black marching band uniforms march for me every day as I spill my thoughts, feelings, troubles, delights, and secrets to them. They are always there to listen to me, marching on an on. I don't know why they do; I'm just a worthless nobody who hates her life and the world around her along with all of its worthless inhabitants.
One day, they stop marching, stop playing the music intended for my ears only, frozen in the middle of their saddest march. All except one. The leader of the parade, the singer whose words I could not decipher even after hearing the band for the latter years of my life, walks up to my feet and I stare in awe and shock, the small blade slipping from my arm and hand mid-slice, falling to the wood floor with a clatter and a splatter of blood. The blade so nearly missing his perfect white-blonde hair, the man glides towards me, missing the bounce in his step that a person should have when they walk. I blankly reach for the blade again, ready to rip more of my scarred skin.
"Don't. Skye please, do not pick up that blade again," He cries in his small voice, tears spilling onto and staining his pale cheeks. "I can't take it anymore!"
Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys.
Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel.
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WARNING:
This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt.
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Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit.
But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop.
I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out.
"Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath.
"Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it.
And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto.
"Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me.
I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting.
It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt.
"Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back.
"Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right.
Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it.
"Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot.
"Do not ever think you can get away from me."