Hello- my peeps this is also a new story.

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Anyways. I would first like to tell you this probably wouldn't happen in real life. But who says fiction has to be realistic? Than it would suck. Tell me what you think!

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I could feel his hands on the sides of my face, burning, branding into my skin, he looked at me with sorrow in his eyes as he place one last quivering kiss to my lips. He didn’t love me and he never would. I felt like my heart was burning inside my chest, I didn’t know how it could be possible when every part of me ached with my love for him. Tears flowed down my face in uncontrolled succession, I felt like I was dying.

“Why?” I asked between heaving sobs.

“Why did you wait until I fell in love?”...

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I learned that when you build a person up into a mountain they will fall and eventually crush you. It's inevitable. There's just no way a person can be as perfect as you want them to be. Even if they think their perfect, who wants to get caught up in that storm of bull shit? I know I may be slightly cynical and extremely angry at, maybe, all times but you would be too if every one you loved broke your heart so badly it ground all the matter in your chest to dust. Their all just liars and no one knows how to stop.

I kept it to myself afraid those who knew would shun me. Now I don't really give a damn they would all see that I was not the little boy they thought they knew. I took off my bandages and let to whole world see my scars. They might think they know me but they have only just begun to imagine the truth. The internal bleeding so bad the bruises run clear down to your soul.

I sometimes wonder how someone like me had the courage to love. How I had the heart not to break the people life gave me. I felt so alone all my life always afraid to show my tears, my pain, my love, even my anger, but know they will all run unchecked.

And we shall have a very dark day.

The next person I love will break.

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Yeah he scared me. And I was not one bit ashamed to admit it. He was freaky, and creepy, and slightly dirty, like he had been camping out in a grave or some shit. Not my cup of tea, I kinda wondered why he was sitting next to me. I turned to look at him. He was staring. He snarled and growled like a fucking rabid animal. Holy shit! I really wanted permission to move. What did I do that was so wrong to make the fates hate me so?

I'm so not even gonna try to explain that this was the seat that my friend was curently supposed to be occupying, I didn't want it to try and take off my arm. He mumbled something about fucking retarded clams, and I had to fight the urge to laugh and cry at the same time. Cause if I laughed he'd probably castrate me and if I cried he probably wipe my tears with his fists.

I have a low tolerance for pain and standing up to people. Oh don't get me wrong I don't slave for anyone. I just won't fight back, maybe curl up into a ball and plot ways to kill them with arsenic. Maybe I'd throw my juice box at him when he wasn't looking. But it would probably burst into flames and dust as it entered his horrific atmosphere. I played with my pencil rolling it back and forth on the desk.

I almost wet myself when a large hand came crashing down on the desk, the black nails curling around the orange painted wood. I made a whimpering noise and the pencil was snapped and returned to my lap.

"Let me make this painfully clear to you. I don't do well with annoying people. So you shut the fuck up and you sit fucking still."

I couldn't say anything for a few seconds.

"I could move?" I said standing up.

"Sit the fuck down you stupid shit. Grow a fucking dick."

I whimpered again and sat down fearing for my life. Barely breathing like if he couldn't hear me I could sneak away. Maybe? I scooted slowly away from him.

Fingers Grabbed at the back of my jeans and he pulled me back on to my seat. Was no one watching this display? Was no one going to save me? what the hell. His fingers hadn't left the back of my jeans. Was he just gonna fucking hold me here with his fingers brushing my lower back. Dangerously close to the waist band of my boxers. I was being molested. I couldn't move. He wouldn't move. I was so unlucky.

The heat from his hand was burning my back and I couldn't concentrate on the Lecture or the notes or the other people in the room. I was uncomfortable sitting still so long. So I squirmed on the seat, gasping as the fist holding my jeans clamped harder and maybe intentionally lower. I tried to move foreward by that only brought his knuckles into contact with more skin.

I was such a idiot, I had no idea what to do. He was touching me. And I was getting fucking excited. This could not be happening. Why me? Why does this always happen to me? Why the scary gothic dude with a personal boundaries problem and his hand down my pants? This shit shouldn't ever happen to people. I repeat never.

No matter how I willed it the bell would not ring. Though he probably wouldn’t let me go then either.

That’s it. This was over!

I stood up.

His hand didn’t release me it pulled me right down next to him again. Now I couldn’t move and my ass hurt and my jeans and his fist slid perilously downward. I tried to put my head on the desk but again that just exposed me more. This is not fucking right, I gather all my anger and the wobbly remains of what little backbone I had and...

The bell rang. I grabbed my bag and got up expecting to be let go. Instead I was dragged along behind a very pissed off Goth boy who still had his hands on me. My friend Ally gave me a questioning look. I was too scared to say anything. I wonder if he was dragging me off to have his way with me. That seemed like a very caveman action I could pin on him. Though he wasn’t ugly. Actually He was kinda cute.

And that was a completely psychotic thing to be thinking. I was pushed up against a locker.

"What is your problem?"

Excuse me?! Am I hearing correctly?!

"My problem?!"

"Yes bitch I told you not to move."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Get off me!"

"Now you fight back?"

"So?"

" It’s a little late don’t you think? I already know you’re a spineless pussy."

"Let me go."

"Why should I? What will I get for letting you free?"

"Please?" I was near tears.

"Stop whining. I want you to do something for me."

"What?"

" Skip classes with me."

"What?!"

"Shut up let’s go."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because it's fun."

Once again I was being dragged down the hallway but this time to the front of the school. I don’t even know this crazy fucker’s name. And again no one is doing any thing as he blatantly kidnaps me and strolls out of the fuckimg school. I am a spineless pussy.

Fun?