*Adrianna's Point Of View*

I was bullied by the ones I called friends and abused by my unhappy mother. The sounds of my silent screams were covered by my fake smile and my soulless eyes. I was once an innocent, pretty, untouchable girl. My soulful purity was taken by my mother as well as my beauty, my hope, and my unbruised skin.

I'm lost in the darkness of my own heart. In most cases one could just turn the light switch on, In my case, my heart has no light switch. I remember the first day I met you. We were in our first year of middle school and I had just transferred.

No one would have thought we would be naturally drawn to each other. We were unbelievably, totally, and completely in love. We were in the library and my best friend pointed you out.

"Hey, that guy told me he likes you," she said.

"If he really likes me he would be able to tell me that himself," I said proudly.

I was prepared to leave and forget that anyone had said they liked me that day. Even though you were the first boy to ever lay his eyes on me.

"I really like you," he said, sneaking up behind me.

"What's your name?" I asked trying not to blush too much.

"I'm Justin and I already know your name it's Adrianna, right?" He asked, looking deep into my eyes.

"Yeah, how did you-" I was going to ask before my friend stepped in.

"He's kinda had his eye on you for a while now but you know how you are." She said, explaining.

Instantly I felt danger but protection in your eyes a sort of wildness that I've been missing in my life. I mean life wasn't bad but it wasn't particularly good either. Little did I know that you were living a hell of your own. Nowadays I think I made that hell burn hotter.

That day we talked and talked and talked, it felt like the sun never came down. We'd be on the phone for hours. I've come to realize that our love wasn't real. We were each other's distractions for something.

You distracted me from the boredom of life and I distracted you from the fact that your mother was dying from cancer. You can't call that love. Even though it wasn't love it gave me a burning sensation in my heart. No, It wasn't love but it was passion.