Broken Perfection (On hold)

Chapter One

My body began to shake from the cold, rain water that streamed down my face from the tips of my long dark red hair. I wrapped my jacket tightly around my small body, but it didn’t help at all against the ferocious winds. I was drenched from head to toe. The rain slapped across my face, and left me shivering throughout the darkness. Dark clouds accumulated up ahead, and I crawled inside an abandoned building, carefully, while making sure no noise was made. They were here again; and once again I had managed to bring sorrow with every step I took. I should have given up years ago, but I was stupid enough to keep going. I had to stay strong and if not for myself, for Carter. Footsteps echoed throughout the alley; they would find me in seconds if I made one small movement. I felt my muscles tense up. I held my breath, counting the passing moments until they left. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched, “Crap! Carter what the hell!?” 

He rolled his eyes and smirked, “Why so jumpy, Carli?” His body positioned in a crouch behind me, his dark brown hair flopped over his eyes.

I glowered. Why the hell is he so bothersome? “Well it’s not like there could be a death any moment, could there?” 

He looked down sheepishly, “Sorry. I was just trying to lighten the mood.” 

I sighed, “Well there’s not much mood to be lightened.” Something flickered outside the window, my stomach jumped, and I quickly hid myself in Carters shadows. 

Carter sat in silence and then finally spoke up, “Carli, what time is it?” His expression carried no signs of worry.

I groaned. Seriously, he had to ask right now when we were in a life-ending crisis? Sometimes I doubted his ability to know how dangerous our lives really were. “Check your phone.” 

“I lost my phone..” He replied, ashamed. 

“How do you lose a phone? Especially yours. It’s all big and -,”

“Just check your stupid phone, Carli!”

I sighed and pulled out my phone, flipping it open it read; 9:30. “It’s 9:30.”

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Dear Diary,

 I’m not exactly fit with the idea of diary. According to people, I’m supposed to write all my feelings and problems in here, but if you reveal your problems, they become your  weaknesses. Carter gave me this “diary” after the incident but I haven’t even touched it for five years. I was eight when my mother died. It happened so quickly; one minute I was finishing off my spar with Carter, and then the next I was at my mother’s bedside as she passed away. I hate my father for this. I dare even call him my father. He’s not my father the way I see it, he was just a way to help me get into this world. Problem is, I don’t belong in this world, every move, every step I take, someone always gets hurt. My biological father, Faindir, is from the Unseelie court, he only wishes for chaos and unhappiness while my mother was from the Seelie court, she was the complete opposite of him. I thought my mom would have better taste, but falling for him? Just the thought of him makes me want to go kill myself. He is gone from my life, I hate him. 

 ~Carling

 “Interesting diary entry you got there,” a soft voice whispers, my stomach jumps. In front of me stands a young man, very tall for his age; his face flawless, his muddy eyes glisten in the sunlight, his dark hair shapes around his face perfectly.  Words could not describe how breathtakingly beautiful he looked. He cleared his throat, and I snap back into focus, realizing I was gawking at him. 

I slap my journal shut, “It’s private, that’s what it is.” I step to the side, attempting to pass him. 

He steps in front of me, “I’m Ash,” his smile was breathtaking, those dimples were adorable. 

I blushed, “Carling.”

“Well Carling, if you ever feel like talking about what you’re wrote -,”

I cut him off, “I don’t, and I won’t. Thanks for your concern.”