Haunted past
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Ongoing, First published Aug 20, 2016
"H-ow could you?" My voice was almost like a whisper. My hands were shaking and the tears kept running down my swollen cheeks no matter how hard I try to stop them. The lump in my throat was only getting bigger and it felt like I was going to puke anytime. My heart kept hammering in my ribcage and it felt like it was going to break from the pain it was causing me. My stomach kept twisting and I didn't now how long I was able to be calm before I was going to explode with anger and pain. Pain that he cause me.


Amelia was the typical 17 year old that nobody knew. She was like a ghost in school. She didn't have many friend, only one. Amelia was shy and didn't like being seen. She liked the shadows were nobody looked. So what will happen when she bumps in to the cold, ruthless and heartless boy that didn't have a heart at all? What will happens when they can't stay away from each other and what will happen when she try's to break the wall around his heart when she got a even bigger wall around hers. Will he let her in and will he find out what Amelia's secret is? A secret nobody knows.
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