A/N: I'm highly suggesting that you listen to the song above while reading 🖤
---After Class---
Maybe I'm just...dumb...why? Why does this one guy affect me so much? I cant stop thinking as I walk out of class with my books in hand... until...I feel pressure on my whole body...as it gets slammed against my locker...my hands feel an intense pain from being tightly held and pinned above my head...my books stumble to the ground as my body jerks
"I-wh-how-" I stutter do to the intensivness that has been held against me "What the fuck are you doing Wolfhard?!" I raise my eyebrows and look at him with an 'are you crazy' expression
"I seen you in class...why the fuck were you looking at me???" He squeezes onto my wrists tighter
"I WASN'T!!!" I slide my hands down quickly removing his hands from my wrists
"What do you know about me?" He gripped my shirt and pulled it torwards him while he gazed into my eyes... his eyes...were so...soft...and sensitive...his eyes that lock into mine and carry secrets make me want to die to know what hes hiding
"I dont know anything about you!!!" I look at him a little confused "What are you even talking aBOUT WOLFHARD!!!" I slowly remove his hands from my shirt I look at his hands as I remove them they are so...soft...his fair skin barely matches with mine, his nails cut short and cleaned, they are the perfect size for any guy
I look up and he stares at me with a evil smirk plastered across his face "Now I get it..." he stares deeper into my eyes while moving closer "You have a little crush on me...dont you?" My eyes travel to his pink plush lips, he very slowly bites on his bottom lip driving me up the wall
"No I dont!!!" I scream into his face and push him, he slightly stumbles, and I walk away without another word
Do I? Do I possibly? Like... a boy? Well...this boy? But...........
Why?
What's so special???
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I enter my large house my parents work day and night so I never actually see them and my whole house in decorated in bright things, I hate it, so much, and they wonder why I like staying in my room all day instead of talking and inviting friends over...why does it matter to them anyways? They never cared about me.
I walk to my room, moving my feet along the circular stairs, soon I get to my room entering it and plopping right onto my bed, I pull out my phone from my back pocket of my black jeans turning on the phone by clicking the power button
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Messages with: Lily🖤
Hey
Lily🖤: stuck in detention...
Why?
Lily🖤: the dumb Wolfhard dude!
Have fun,
hes not the best
person to get to know. 🙄
Lily🖤: alright love ya! I gtg ❤
Alright I'll talk to you later I love you too
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I lay my back onto my bed and move my hand up torwards my phone charger I grab the charger and pull it torwards me while trying not to RIP it out of the wall then I plug it into my phone barely nudging it to go into my phone
I feel like crying...I hate crushing on guys...they hurt me so much...I look to the side of me...the only interesting thing I see is...my window...what if I was a tree or a leave blowing in the wind...would I still feel pain...would I still not be able to trust people...would I still have anxiety...or bipolar...or anger issues...would I have any of that...a tear rolls down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away and force a dumb smile on my face...why cant I just keep smiling...itll make everyone happy...right...
I slowly shut my eyelids...black...what if when we closed our eyes is what reality is...I think too much...I drift off into a deep sleep...What will happen tomorrow?
To be continued...
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Vivid Enamour
Fanfictiontwo young women broken and beaten to the bone....they helped one another for the longest time. through thick and thin, they were together. trauma, blood, tears, torture....the things that bonded them all seemed to be filled with the putridity of dea...
