The Life of Charlotte Diaz
WARNING: Contains acts of mature violence, mild-mature-language , and talk about religion.
"Don't leave me," I heard his voice crack, and I craned my neck back to look at him. Those eyes. Those eyes of his always seemed to hold me captive. Sincerity flashed through his eyes, as well as a look I never expected to flash through them: loneliness.
Against my better judgment, I sunk my teeth into my lower lip at his defeated and broken form, before giving him a slow nod. The grip on my arm loosened, and I soon found myself pulled into his embrace.
To say I was shocked, would've been an understatement. I was so confused. Even more so when I felt hot tears soak into my lightweight jacket. Than, a statement hit me.
Luke Carter, was crying- and holding me as he did so.
My name, is Charlotte Diaz. I'm a seventeen year-old girl with a rocky past. I'm the typical quiet, mute girl who gets bullied on a regular basis. But I stopped caring after a while. I'm not stupid like everyone seems to think I am. I'm actually pretty smart, and extremely observant of everything around me.
But, it's pretty hard to anger me, because I have such patience inside of me that astounds a lot of people. I'm not the best person to talk to, and I'm certainly not the best person you want to be friends with. I'm a quiet nobody, really. But nevertheless, I'm Charlotte Diaz, and this, well this is my story.
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