Breath Taken

LILA'S P.O.V

"Then I suppose the feeling is mutual?" He asked slowly leaning in. I suddenly couldn't 

think straight and all I could focus on we're his beautiful green eyes looking into mine, 

searching for an answer. "Uhh... Sorry, yes the feeling is mutual." I giggled as he smiled 

widely. "But... What took you so long to answer me?" He playfully bopped me on the

head as if to make it a joke, but I could tell he wanted an answer. "Oh it was just that 

um your eyes are pretty..." I looked up at him wide eyed "are you angry with me?" He 

frowned a little and took my chin in his hand "not possible." I laughed and then jumped 

on him smothering him in a huge hug. Because this was unexpected (not because I'm

fat...) he toppled over bringing my down with him. It was awkward as we both lay on

the grass, me on top of him. His eyes were full of concern as he asked me "Are you 

hurt?" I smiled sweetly, of course that would be the first question he asks "no I'm ok, 

what about you?" "I'm fine... Sorry" I suddenly became conscious of what was going on 

and quickly sat up, then turned away to keep him from seeing my cheeks turning bright 

red. I felt a study hand against my shoulder "Lili what's up?" I quickly buried my burning

red cheeks in my jacket and replied "um, I'm fine... Thanks." Suddenly the hand fell

away from my shoulder and for a couple seconds we just sat there in silence "it's 

getting dark, I should be getting home." I waited a couple seconds, no reply. I cautiously

turned around to see if Toby was ok, but he was gone. I sat there staring off into the

blackness for a good ten minutes, another boyfriend had left me, sitting alone in the

dark. Suddenly I couldn't stop the tears that were pouring out of my eyes like a waterfall

I thought I was finally going to be happy. 

Non Existance

Sometimes I stop and wonder, wonder if I ever even belonged. I mean my birth WAS a mistake after all. She was 14 at the time she had me, I understand she couldn't take care of me but sometimes I just wish she had stopped and thought about the consequences of "getting it on" with this man she hardly even knew. But how could she have known he would have walked out on her and left her depressed and all alone with this unborn baby? Thats right she couldn't have known. Sometimes I blame her for all my troubles, and silently curse her name with such deep hatred that I can no longer even recognize my own self. When I look in the mirror what do I expect, who do I expect to see? I know I will see me but I pray every day that I will wake up, look in the mirror, and see someone other then myself. What is my purpose? Thats just it, I have none... it seems wherever I go all I cause is anxiety and sadness... so why not stop going? They say death is the easy way out, thats not true. There is constantly your mind and your willpower pushing you to live on, when everybody says "give up" your mind says "push on." So to escape it all I do something easier than suicide, I sleep. I have slept for three days straight once. There is only one problem with sleeping, when you wake up, you have the whole world to answer to. My aunt always says "god loves you" I think thats a load of BS. If god loved me or anyone else I would have never been born. But the thing about me is I don't wish to die, I simply wish to "not exist" so that all the destruction I have caused will just disappear like dust fading away, everything I have been, am, or will be will just be erased, along with me.

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Whisper raced swiftly through the forest, her calm expression never changing although small beads of sweat had began dripping slowly from her cheeks and neck.  She was worried, her and Auryon had just split to throw off the dogs that had been so closely trailing behind them. Whisper knew not to look back, for if she did look back for even a second she would fall into the blackness of the open mouths of the dogs that awaited her! Thier small black beady eyes watched her closely, waiting for the right moment, just for her to stumble for just a second and she would be in thier grasp. Knowing that if she stopped she would be ripped to shreds by the dogs jagged teeth was the only thing that kept her going. Then that's when it happened, she tripped and fell face first into the slippery mud beneath her, this was the dogs moment to strike. Whisper braced herself and closed her eyes as her salty tears streamed down her face and into her open lips, she just hoped her death would be quick... Though she knew maulings never were over quickly. To her surprise, the attack never came.... As she sat there covered from head to toe in mud looking up at the man standing in front of her, covered in blood with a dead dog to his side. He slowly turned around and his blue eyes pierced straight through her, then he softly smiled and ran his hand through his snow white hair. "You should be more careful... You might get hurt." whisper suddenly got defensive, what was this man doing in the middle of nowhere? "I could have handled it myself." the man looked at her and skeptically examined her tear stained face and her body covered all over with mud "Bullshit." Whisper made a pathetic attempt to look angry and crossed her arms "And who exactly are you?"  he smiled playfully and licked his lips "the name is Enzio, at your service my princess."

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defying normalities preview

"Trinity may I have a word with you outside?" I looked up startled at the woman standing over me darkly "Um... yes ma'am." As

she swung open the door into the outer world an icy breeze stung my face and made my snow white cheeks turn a bright red, "am I in trouble ma'am?"

She sighed exasperated "Trinity how many times must I ask you to cover up that hideous tattoo?" I pursed my lips at this question and

answered in a bitter tone, my words slowly slicing through her cold black stinging words "and I ma'am, have told you many times that this, "tattoo" is a birthmark."

She eyed me cautiously as if she were contemplating every word I had just thrown at her, but in the end she only took my words, chewed them viciously, and spit my venom right back out at me.

"I am calling bullshit on every word that just came out of your silly little mouth."

At this I was furious, for I had done many horrible things in my lifetime, but lying had never been one of them.

I slowly clenched my fists into tight balls, my nails digging into my soft flesh and replied spitefully "Well I wish no harm on anyone, but if I was to, I would wish death upon you "ma'am."

After saying this I turned swiftly on my toes and began walking away furiously, before I left I turned around to give her one last comment, a peak into my brain, "Your welcome, I give you my time and what do you do? You waste it on your stupidity."

I walked away from that dreadful woman with even more hate shoved deep into my heart. I was surprised my heart wasn't overflowing with hatred and sorrow yet as I recalled all the events of my life. 

Why did life single me out, only me? What had I done to deserve this "special" treatment. As much as I desperately searched my brain for the answer I couldn't find it. This is how it was every day.

Every day at the slightest thing I will snap, with no control at all over my body or emotions. And I hate it, this is my curse.

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