Killing Hope

ars

d that

gs for t

Nin

It felt cold. The clingy smell rushed th

ally want

th the back. The body I loved. The body I needed. T

uld. I really wish I could. It would have ment anything to

e hurt me. But I couldnt. Yes, I am a very selfis

er 1

his. What do you expect from me

so very

nd ever who I am, where i came from, what i

... i care abou

alize the scariest thing about me is that i am the result of an happy chil

------------------------------------------

ed. But only a small one. As his dark green eyes set onto my face, and my skin started burning underneath i started living

waves splashing against the shore and birds chirping. Not many people. Summer season was over already. Me, standing th

n't get the luck. We have to look out for ourselves. Probably, that he is now standing here means I'm not so special after all. He looks at me.

ut answering me, he comes closer. And closer. I stop breathing. His sce

ream and his lips pressed on mine and i was a bird flying again and i.

. Why was a stranger pressing his hands against my neck on a beac

m feeling if an bloodline got damaged and suppressing your wound." I freeze after these words slip out of his m

ugh my nose, my body and my whole soul. I hate the feeling that spread in my he

me, and i see red. BLOOD R

i had just done. I try to feel guilty. But I don't. Why do I not feel guilty? "let's go Nina. Someone is eager to meet you." The one-pitch-to-high voice of my best friend echoes through the halls. I know she is standing right behind me.

... worried? Well, he tried to at least. "i mean by that if it's normal for you to get injured and not noticing anythin

es. "in... fine," i gasp. "are you sure? You kinda look like you ar

e to the ground, holding onto my neck. When I pull my hand from it, look a