The Boy and The Demon

The Boy and The Demon

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Ever since I was a child I always found the super natural very interesting. I wanted to find out more, as much as I could even. Father warned that curiosity was a sickness and I shouldn't allow myself to grow too curious or it could mean something terrible. I never believed him. As I grew older, learned to read, and became more interested in such things. It made me want more and more and more. I just simply couldn't get enough. Mom didn't like that. Mom huh? I wonder when is the last time that we spoke. Oh well. Because of this interest I found or borrowed whichever people prefer, this book from well, it doesn't matter where it's from. The point is. Now I'm in my room drawing a circle on the floor. Do I expect anything to happen? Probably not. Do I hope something happens? ... I would give my soul.
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***this book contains suicidal thoughts and tendencies, may not be appropriate for younger audiences*** In which she looks for the purpose of life. Lily Carter's parents died in a car crash leaving her and Laura, girl was depressed long before her parents passed away and with all the problems turning up now, Lily felt more miserable - if that's even possible. With her journey to look for life's purpose and grab the small pinch of HOPE - which is ironically her second name -, will she finally snap at the pressure and finally end it all? or will a small light lit her darkened world of grief and loneliness? * "So you know. The little goth girl who gets bullied is indeed a mess. There's this mess in her head that eats her alive everyday isn't it? What to do now Kaden? Tell the whole neighborhood and recieve an award for taking out a crazy in this world?" I spit like vomit. His eyes warmed up as I finished, "Lily. It isn't like that" "What is it then? People stopped caring... they gave up, why aren't you?" I fought my tears. "Because I feel the need to care. Did Leigh hurt you? Did she hit you?" he finally noticed the unusual redness of my cheek. I don't like the way he told me he needed to care for me. I felt like an obligation, a responsibility that he is carrying and carrying leads to getting tired and when people gets tired, they give up. I don't want them to give up on me. But they will, so it's good not to make them care for me in the first place. "I never needed anyone. I stopped needing anyone before, why start now?" I uttered the words again. Why? There is nothing to fight for. No mama. No papa. No sister to love me. No one. So why would I waste my life and the time of others to fix what is already broken - and someone who doesn't want to be fixed? If I may add. Maybe I gave up. No, scratch that. I gave up a long time ago - when my parents died, my hope and purpose went away with them.

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