The Bad Boy Saved Me From A Rat
I shot up in his bed, gasping as my eyes flew wide open. Riven was by my side in a moment, worry written all over his face. "Lise? Hey. You okay?" He gently held my shoulders, still not comfortable with physical contact but apparently, I was an exception. "Sugar, what is it?" His voice was desperate so I turned to him, the extreme distress making my voice turn small. "Riven?" He sat up, shifting closer as his hand came to trace my face. "Yeah?"
"I just realized that if Dumbledore and Gandalf ever fight each other, I won't be able to decide whom to support."
Hi, I'm Analise. Analise Carter.
If you ask my brother about this, he'll simply beat you into pulp. So here, I'll tell you myself: I'm not normal. My brain is not normal. I'm obsessed with being clean, obsessed with being right, obsessed with everything being perfect. It's who I am, and as much as I want to be a fun loving, no-care teenager, I'll always be a freak. But that's okay, really. I don't care. I'm fine and happy in my world which is and always has been Arden, my brother, my only family.
At least that's what I thought before I met my knight in shining armor, Riven Stone.
Riven's not normal either, I guess. He avoids all women, is (VERY) messy, and has many scars on him that he doesn't tell anyone about. He swears, disappears for nights on end and is a complete nightmare as far as I am concerned. But for some reason when I'm with him, all the images in my mind, the bothering visions just disappear and it's quiet. So quiet. I don't have to wash my hands after he touches me, I don't want to set his messy hair and crooked clothes in place. I want him to be him, and I don't care that he's not perfect.
This is my story, my journey of realization, of love, of healing and of belief that perfection isn't as perfect as it seems.
And it began when the bad boy saved me from a rat.