Me...Heh, I have to say I am jealous.
Born a bastard, a mistake, left to rot in the corrupt system. Abused by many in too many ways to count. Beaten down for being different, being crazy.
I can hear them now as I cried and they simply laughed. They moved on and I held on to the past. I lied there at night, crying for mercy as they molded my fate.
I was just a child.....so lost.
I made distance between us. I thought I was finally free, but they just followed. They mocked me where ever I went. The cuts, the bruises, the scars all so real, but they said they were fake.
All in my head....
Called names I never understood. No one ever explained anything. Once they found out the truth no one wanted me.
So young...I vanished into the cold night. The streets were my home. The darkness my blanket, the cold my ally.
Even out there, I was found by them. Mocked, beaten, tortured, and they never left. New ones appeared and they were so much worse...
I wanted death, but I just too much of coward to
Merry Christmas Efil!Gently the snowflakes fall, melting upon the warm glass of the window only to freeze upon its very edges. There icicles form just awaiting the pull of gravity to bring them down. Over and over the snowflakes dance in random patterns scattering across the land now transformed into a wonderland blanketed in sheets of snow. High above the clouds sits the moon illuminating the night. It's gentle rays of light bathe the girl, highlighting her light purple fur along with her yellow eyes. The young lynx sits within the tiny tree house curled up on a small cushioned chair wrapped in wool blankets with a faint smile stretching across her lips.
It seems to be almost like a dream as if she was trapped within a snow globe decorated with a snow forest so calm, yet she knows not far beyond the trees lies a small village where children rest their heads awaiting the morning to peek over the horizon for then Santa would have visited their homes. There they would find an abundance of presents and the tr
Sanctuary: Chapter 3Chapter 3: Him
No..it must be a dream. It..can't be real. No. He...he's back.
"What's with the tears doll face?."
That voice so familiar yet so new. It held a strange accent that I couldn't put my finger on. It was almost dream like as if I've met this man, but at the same time he's a stranger. I thought he was..no he can't be him. He would remember me.
His icy blue eyes gaze down on me with dominance. His smile full of mockery of my vulnerable state.
What a prick.
I've had enough. I'm not some weak child. Even if he is him, I won't back down anymore.
I could feel my body rise from the ground with a fierce gaze plastered on. I had no control anymore. I allowed my instincts to take control. This guy better be careful. I'm in no mood for bullshit anymore.
"Sheesh, someone certainly is moody."
That crooked smile approaches me with moonlight reflecting of the cherry red sunglasses that laid perfectly on his head.
I no longer needed words to communicate with this man. I a
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