The Monsters
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  • Reads 94
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 4
  • Time 21m
Ongoing, First published Jan 31, 2016
I used to think you were like me, attracted to the darkness...
But you are the darkness.
And I'm the only light you've ever known.

Monsters are real, because...                            All monsters...are human.

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Emily isn't  your average 16 year old girl.
When girls would wear pink she would wear black. 
most of her life she persisted herself in her anti social bubble.
She was fine, she was happy with her life.
But that's until Stephen showed up with his black jeans and dirty blonde hair with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, looking fine as hell, out of nowhere, packed and ready to destroy her life, and maybe while he is at it ...her heart.
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.