This is not a romance but Depression personified.
Dedicated to the people who seem to have it all but are really crumbling on the inside...
"Look at you....You have the beauty, brains, body, class, you are a successful international showjumper, and everyone wants to either be like you or be you. You are perfection to most and the greatest threat to others but people don't fuck with you. No one will be your night in shinning armor, no one will be the hero that you so desperately dream of every night, and they sure as hell won't give a damn about you when you are gone. And you know why?" He asks with each of his words twisting shards into my heart.
...."Because I am not good enough." I softly answer back into the empty night.
He lets go of my jaw and smirk behind my shoulder. His emerald eyes dance with laughter and glee in the mirror's reflection. My stomach flips and flutters as he trails leisure kisses from my shoulder blade to my jaw. I look on with disgust as he continues to roam my body and I allow it because I can't stop him. I can't stop "it".
***Warning*** This story maybe triggering for anyone dealing with or have gone through depression. This story is completely fiction and holds no truth to the author's personal life...well some of it. If you are sensitive to triggering suicidal thoughts being expressed or physical and mental abuse please do not proceed any further.
This story is rated Mature for a reason! An audience of at least 17+ is recommended by the author
Victim. Copyright © July 2016. All rights are reserved. No part of this story can be used or reproduced in any sort of way without my permission (characters, story plot, idea, etc) on this site and any other resources! Author has also taken precautions in registering this work through the Unites States legal copyrighting services. So the author can and WILL legally pursue actions if found that any part of this story is duplicated in any sort of way!