"Who made you be this way?" he asked curiously as he focused on me intensely.
I scoffed, "The devil in disguise did. He burned me in hell."
"Is he the reason for those scars on your arms and wrists too?" his voice came out so low, which caused me to pull the sleeves of my sweater further down.
"He was. Besides, those are not scars, they are battle wounds." I sucked a deep breath in.
"A battle with whom?" his eyes were filled with concern and I had to avert my gaze from his to the glass of water in front of me.
Imagine falling so deep in love that you eventually lose yourself.
Imagine falling so deep that you're scared you might never be able to forget him and all the pain, heartache and sadness he put you through.
Imagine falling so deep that you find yourself crying your heart and lungs out on the cold bathroom floor in the middle of the night just hopelessly screaming and begging to get over him.
highest rank: #30 in Teen Fiction [02/19/2017]