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The Deadly Pieces of Us

All she knew was pain. Her past struggles, traumas, and concussions were a permanent part of every stage of her existence. Although not hers, home is supposedly a place of comfort. A mother who is too egotistical, a father who treats his children badly, siblings to look after, and little sense of independence. She had no idea how she was going to make it, but he was there to help her, albeit the weights were constantly harder. He's someone she shouldn't want. One she's to stay away from. One she's to leave alone not only because it's dangerous but because he's older. He's not for her. He's a distraction, a form of temptation but that made her want him to even more. Those who don't hear, will definitely feel but she didn't heed this warning, because the sole thought of "I couldn't possibly go through much more" was singing in her brain. Years have passed, and she's still stuck. Decisions have been made, consequences to actions have been given and now she's on her own with responsibilities to bare. Addiction. Depression. Anxiety. Mental Disorders. Lack of self. Sex. And Total Shortcomings. Her fate, her destiny and her life. This will either be the best struggle she went through, or a good tale to tell in her memory. • Happiness was a factor for him. An overbearing mother. A strict father and a close knitted bond with siblings. Home was a place he looked forward to, and through it all he felt alone. It is said that wealth is the greatest pleasure but it's also the greatest sun. His family was rich, exceeding rich, they were known— too known but he wanted to be different. He wanted to be simple. He didn't want this life but he couldn't complain because as his mother always said, "there's someone else who has it worse than you do." As the years passed, the wealth and flashy lifestyle consumed him. The loss of those dear to him. The endless partying. The parades of women. The domination. High taste for sex. But nothing could quench that endless thirst he had. But then he saw her. She was everything at just the first sight but she was too meaningful to him. She's someone he shouldn't look at. A person he should stay away from but temptation is his favorite flavour. • Two different people. Two different lives. One epic story.

jmwreads · Urbano

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Entry 6

Dear Diary:

I gave up on this writing thing but something happened. I met a boy. A man. Well I'm 15....just turned 15 and he's 19.... Technically, the consensual age is 16 years old but who really cares. He's gorgeous and I've never felt myself get so hot for someone before. I didn't even know he existed.... I met him exactly a month ago on a beach and now,well we're friends.

He doesn't know my deepest darkest secrets, but he's nice to me. He's the only male I can be comfortable around but he has a girlfriend. He doesn't think of me as a little sister... I hope not but he helps me with work. And keeps my company when my mom isn't there. Father stopped coming home and I'm glad. Never been happier to have a missing parent.

I think he likes me but he probably thinks it's weird because I'm younger than him but oh well. A girl can definitely dream. We've eaten dinner together for the past month. I had no idea he lived close to me plus his parents are like the richest in the city. They own all the building developments and he's working with them.

Aside from drinking, I'd say he's something else to look forward to. The conversations with him and just having someone listen to me is really all I've ever wanted. It feels weird and different plus I can't help but think what if he's like my father. What if he'll rape me one day? I can't be too sure about anyone, if I'm being honest. But it's just so different with him.

I shouldn't feel this way about someone who's literally an adult. But gosh, my heart is happy around him. I'm still mad because he pushed me in the pool the other day and my mom beat me afterwards. She told me to stay away from him and I should find better taste in men.

It's highly disturbing that she'd encourage her child to go and find a man in the first place but I don't expect any less from her. There's not a maternal bone in her body.

He doesn't know I drink. I hide my addiction very well. But my intake has slowed down a bit. I'm drinking an entire box a week instead of three or two boxes and that's just because I can't sneak it in properly. Mom's always home now and I have to pass his house to get to mine. I can't believe he always lived right there but then again,I wouldn't even begin to know because I'm not an outside person. I try to stay isolated.

It's sad that I'm writing this down only for it to never be read but I'll be back next month, I'll be back with more, if I don't kill myself before then goodbye.

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