My Scary New World
Highest Ranking: #98 in paranormal
You don't love me." I gritted through my teeth. His large callused hands were still gripped in my hair pulling my face up toward his forcefully.
"Oh, and that's where your wrong. That's the irony of it all, is it not?" His voice husky as he finally said the words that made my blood boil.
Four years. It doesn't seem like a very big significant amount of time, but it's the same amout I will never be able to get back, that I will never be able to remember for it could be the answer to a lot of things, but I will never be able to figure it out because of him.
The memories of that time have been discarded and "stored" to keep me "safe" to keep me in the dark for I would be safer that way. But when has someone who was kept in the dark, ever truly gained safety? They don't become oblivious as the intentions guide towards. They become uninformed, and it is proved that it would have been a lot safer for both parties, if they chose that latter.
Now, as the person who is almost killed by other's foolish decisions. I would just like to say that being in the know would have been A LOT easier, than being defenseless and confused.
But, with that said, it turns out that while all of these mysterious people just "suddenly" show up in my life. It was all planned out and fate led me onto that path. Led to the horrible things that was caused to me, and little did I know I'm well known in that world for multiple reasons... unfortunately.
But in my life I do find some sort of contentment. The one thing that holds me together while my pieces have already been stomped on and scattered. But even that was uncertain enough for me to fall for the one who truly was ment to have my heart, but broke it for their own selfish gain.
If this was nothing but riddles to you, and your like me, you would want to decipher as to how I figured out that trust can come in many shapes and sizes, but it's casted upon yourself to see who has it to the fullest.