When my mom died I thought, can this get any worse? Apparently it could... that is until he came into my life. .............. I can't take it anymore, I'm done. I thought as i ran out of the house tears running down my face for the first time in a while it seemed like. I don't know where I'm going just that I have to get away. Away from him. Away from that house. Away from all the memories, the reminders. Away from.. life. I ran blindly down the alley . As much as I tried they just kept coming. An endless stream running down my face blurring my vision, displaying how weak and worthless I actually am. "Your nothing. you think anyone would care if you were gone? Nobody would care your worthless, weak..." What he said continuously cycling through my head. "Ahhh". I scream as I ran into what felt like a fucking brick wall. Screaming again when the wall grabs me to keep me from falling and sneers, "What the fuck is wrong with you!?". I freeze for a second in awe of how husky and gruff his voice is never having heard something so alluring. Groaning I finally feel the after shocks of slamming into him with the pain from my previous injuries just intensifying. I jump when he talks, realizing that I haven't said anything yet. "Fucking watch whe...." he stops as I look up at him. A look of horror crosses my face as The Jaden Hash takes in my blood shot eyes, and tear stained bloodied and bruised face......All Rights Reserved