Demons (Harry Styles Punk Story)

Demons (Harry Styles Punk Story)

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When I first lay eyes on him, warnings all around him screamed trouble. His tattoos. His piercings. Everything about him was dangerous. So why did I not take the precautions? Why did I allow myself to get involved with him? Could it possibly have been the way his green eyes would shine with amusement when someone automatically flinched when they were around him or the way he didn't say or do anything but yet somehow managed to make anyone near him terrified? Or perhaps could it have been the rumors that drew me to him? I'm not quite exactly sure what it was that could've drawn me to him. All I know is that I was naive back then, not really taking the precautions too seriously. I should've listened to them. I should've been careful. If that would've been the case, I wouldn't be in the position that today I still stand. It completely turned my world upside down and dragged me into a pit of evilness and darkness where everyone's own demons lurk around and are feared.
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Pain. Everywhere. I could hardly breathe. But still, I forced myself to stay awake. I couldn't risk falling asleep. I looked at the small cage he had put me in, and sighed to myself. I felt my eyes lose their yellow colour, and go back to my usual colour, hazel. It wasn't easy, being taken away from your family at a young age, and being changed. Into a monster. I didn't know exactly what I was, but I even scared myself when he took me to the woods to hunt, like he just had. I wish he would just let me die. But he wouldn't. Every day, he told me that I was his most precious valuable, and he couldn't let me go. But that doesn't stop my small fantasy of him letting me die. Nothing ever would. That was the thing that I wanted most in the world. That and one more thing. Blood.

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