"You want to go get tacos?" he asks from the gap between our houses
"It's 2:34 AM! We have school tomorrow!" i shout being the good girl i am.
"So?"
" You are watching your life slip right past you. Live a little. You can stay here, get some sleep, wake up in the morning and do the same thing you do every day. Or, you can get your skinny butt dressed, and climb out your window, and go on an adventure with me at two in the morning and eat some taco's." He gives me a pointed look, before shrugging his shoulders "Your choice."
My life was boring and bland. I am abused by my step father. I simply wait for the next beating to come or perhaps life to rip out from under me, leaving me to die in peace.
And then he waltzed into my life, bringing his antics and drama with him. Only he breathed life back into me, he showed me what I was missing, he brought me back to life. But if he finds out about what my real story is. The reason behind the scars that zag across my wrists, will he run away? Leave me like my father left me? Or will i simply be not good enough, like I was't good enough for my father?
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CRINGE WARNING!
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"Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun."
I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest.
They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted.
People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'.
I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me.
I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy.
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