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I stood there.
He stared at me.
I didn’t move.
He didn’t move.
The world around us was alive, but we were still.
And the longer I stood, the angrier I got.
Not just angry at Alora and Emmie for what just happened, but at this f*cking boy for being so rude and witnessing it!
And he was still staring.
With adrenaline pumping through my system, I bunched up my hands in tight fists and marched my high heels over to where the boy was sitting quietly on the fence of the parking lot.
He did not move.
But his eyes followed me.
I stopped just in front of him. “What the h*ll?! Why are you f*cking staring at me?!”
The boy was silent.
“Hellooooo?” I waved my arms dramatically in front of him like he was blind. “Don’t you have anything better to do than stare at me?”
Silence.
“Seriously? Are you seriously not going to answer me?” I crossed my arms and listened to the silence. “Wow, dude. Way to be a d*uche.”
He didn’t even flinch.
I looked to the ground and then back up at his face. There was something about it. He looked so compassionate, he seemed so sincere. Maybe that’s why I decided to actually confide in him.
“Well, since you have seen me being dropped by my friends and decided to remain silent about it, I’ll guess I’ll just explain what happened.” I could tell he was listening now. “I was telling my friends this big secret, like one of those deep dark secrets, and it was a really big secret. Like, life changing. Anyways, they pretty much told me to f*ck off and then they kicked me out of the car. Just like that. Dropped by my friends because of a secret that doesn’t really affect them at all.”
The boy stared.
I took that as a signal to keep going.
“And you know, it’s really hard, what I’m going through? No one understands.” I looked up at the boy’s unchanged face. “No one would believe me if I told them! They would say, nooo, he’s a nice man! But he’s not! He’s not!” And at that point, I broke down.
Every tear I have ever cried had a way of becoming the first drop of a rushing waterfall. Spilling from the top of my cheekbones and falling to the broken pavement with quiet, unremarkable splashes.
My words became unintelligible mutters as my thoughts became clouded over and scrambled.
We stayed like that for a while.
He sat perched on the top of the wooden fence next to the dumpster as I stood crumbling in front of him while my classmates chattered and laughed around us.
The day had begun without us.
The day had left us behind.
And no one seemed to notice.
And as I stared at the parking lot underneath my feet, I heard the soft thump of the boy’s sneakers landing next to my heels. Before I knew it, his sweatshirt-covered arms were around my shaking body.
One hand rested against my back and the other ran slowly over the back on my head.
I wiped my eyes clear of the blinding tears and peered up at his face.
“Who are you?” I whispered up at him.
His eyebrows bunched together and he tilted his head to the right in response.
I looked from one of his blue eyes to the other. “Why won’t you talk to me?”
He shook his head and closed his eyes shut.
My feelings where hurt. Why was I getting the silent treatment? “Just talk to me!”
His hands left my body and started to perform a dance. I stared, mesmerized. He looked back towards me expectantly.
“What?” I asked, confused by everything that was happening.
The boy sighed deeply and croaked out in a voice I could barely understand, “I’m deaf.”
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I slowly, meticulously applied a fifth coat of mascara to my incredibly black eyelashes. I had just finished perfecting my black smoky eye look and with the help of some realistic fake eyelashes, my makeup was complete. I refrained from letting my fingers skim my face or foundation would cover the tips. I swear, I go through a tube of foundation a week.
I finished straightening and teasing my hair and stepped back for a finished look.
You could hardly tell that the beautiful girl staring back at you was damaged.
That was exactly what I was going for.
I glanced at the clock but knew before I saw the time that I was late again for my ride. I grabbed my purse and sprinted to the door, hoping to avoid Vincent and his delicious smelling breakfast.
I smiled as I saw Alora applying lipstick in her rear-view mirror and Emmie chatting on her cell phone in the backseat. Both looked up and waved at me as I shuffled over to the new white car.
“Hey girl!” Alora winked at me as I positioned myself in the passenger seat.
“Hi guys,” I said, thankful that the weekend was finally over.
Emmie ignored us both, averting all her attention to the person on the phone. “Who’s she talking to?” I asked Alora. She just smiled and shrugged.
“But hey. You’re wearing long sleeves again,” Alora’s face suddenly got serious as she pointed to my outfit.
“I know, Lor. I dressed myself,” I shrugged her off, hoping she’d drop it.
“Macey, it’s eighty-three degrees today. Everyone else is wearing tank tops,” Alora raised one eyebrow as she pulled to a stop in the school parking lot.
“Can we please get to school? We don’t wanna be late just because you’re worried that I’ll get overheated,” I smirked and reached to change the radio station.
Before I could react, Alora grabbed my arm and pulled it roughly towards her body.
She had her hand around my wrist in a death grip.
With her other hand, she quickly pulled up my sleeve, revealing all the scars of my life.
It all happened too quickly, I couldn’t jerk my hand away.
“What are these from?” Alora demanded, angrier than I’ve ever seen her.
I pulled away and tugged my sleeve down. “The cat.”
“You don’t have a cat, Mace!” Alora cried out at me.
“Well, what do you want me to say, Lor? That I cut myself? Well, yes, I do. Congratulations, you figured it out, Sherlock,” I yelled, angry that she had to force it out of me. I would have told her, but I wasn’t ready yet.
Alora stared at me a long time. Emmie hung up on her friend and sat solemnly in the back seat.
“Why, Macey? Why would you do this to yourself?” Her eyes bored into me like bullets.
I just shook my head. I couldn’t tell her about Vincent.
“Tell me, Macey, or this friendship is over.” She glared at me, her expression furious.
I gave in. I couldn’t bear to think about losing her because I was being secretive.
The car was silent for quite some time.
No one said anything.
No one moved.
Nothing.
Alora broke the silence by breaking my heart. “Get out.”
“What?” I breathed, not believing what I was hearing.
“Get the f*ck out of my car. I will not have a f*cking freak in my car,” Alora motioned to the outside.
I turned around to look at Emmie who was conveniently engrossed in her phone.
I swallowed hard and slowly got out of the car. Just as I closed the door, Alora backed up and drove away from me.
I was left standing alone in the quickly filling parking lot.
I looked to my left to see a boy staring back at me from across the pavement.
A boy with astonishingly blue eyes.
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I'm going on vacation. TOMORROW.
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“You could have killed us!” I shouted as I stood up in front of Vincent.
“You will not raise your voice at me, little girl. Who owns you here?” Vincent’s lip curled as he snarled into solemn face.
I continued to stare straight into his eyes. They were black.
“GOD DAMMIT, ANSWER ME!” Vincent yelled at me.
“My mother! My mother owns me! You’re not even my real dad!” I closed my eyes preparing for the worst.
Vincent balled up his fist and slapped me hard across my cheek with it.
“I can do so much worse, Macey. Watch yourself,” Vincent grabbed my shirt and pulled me close.
His hands were dangerously close to my breasts.
We both froze as the sound of the front door unlocking reached our ears in the now silent living room.
Vincent quickly let go of me as we heard my mother’s cheerful voice. “Hello! I’m home!”
Vincent pushed me down to the sofa and walked over to the stairs. “You’re home early, honey!”
“Well, so are you!” I saw my mother come up the stairs and give Vincent a light kiss on the lips. “Mark’s kid got the flu, so he sent everyone home early.”
My mother was basically a grown-up version of me. She had given me her long blond hair, courtesy of her Swedish ancestry. She had given me her long, slender legs and her high cheek bones. The only difference between me and her were that I had bright green eyes that came straight from my father, while her’s were a brownish color.
“Hi sweetie! How was school?” My mother smiled at me as she made her way to the kitchen.
“Fine,” I answered, avoiding Vincent’s cruel eyes.
“She’s been planted on that sofa since I brought her home. She’s so lazy, I wish she’d get involved in sports!” Vincent smirked at me. My mother was completely oblivious to his disrespect.
“She used to be in every sport imaginable! She was great,” My mother’s voice wafted from around the corner. I smiled at the memory of how things were when I was a child. My mom in the stands, cheering her daughter on proudly and my dad on the sidelines, yelling orders from the sidelines. He always volunteered to be the coach.
“Huh,” Vincent chuckled lightly. “That was a while ago, eh? She’s really put on a lot of weight since then!”
My face fell.
“What was that, dear?”
“Oh nothing, hon. Just talking to our daughter,” Vincent winked at me. I scowled in response.
“But really, Mace. You should do something about those extra pounds. They make you look even more worthless than you already are. I’m just glad you’re not my biological daughter. I would be so embarrassed,” Vincent leaned towards me as though he was talking to a new puppy. “Now, why don’t you make yourself a little more useful by leaving us alone and going to your room for the rest of the night? You don’t need dinner anyways.”
I breathed in deeply to gather my emotions and stood up shakily. I looked at Vincent, all I got as a reaction was a sly eyebrow raise.
I bolted from the living room, down the hallway, and into the bathroom that I had to myself.
Being an only child had its perks.
I fumbled through the draws clumsily looking for one thing in particular.
One thing I always reached for when things went wrong.
One thing that was always there for me when I needed it.
I smiled sadly as my fingers found what I needed.
I slowly pulled up my sleeve. A neat row of wide scars greeted me.
I uncovered my knife and slowly added another to the row.
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“Come on, Mace, I had a long day at work and all I want to do is to unwind a little with you on top of me.”
“I’ve got homework, Vincent,” I tried desperately to get out the closed door.
“Aww, don’t call me Vincent. You know I hate that name. It sounds too formal for what we actually are to each other,” Vincent held a death-grip on my wrist and pulled me back to him. I fell across his lap clumsily, my long blonde hair tumbling across his legs.
“Sit up, the way I like it,” he ordered bluntly.
Slowly, reluctantly, I lifted one of my legs across Vincent’s body and straddled him, my face close to his. I tried to stagger my breathing so I wouldn’t have to smell his alcohol-ridden breath.
“Kiss me, Maaaacey,” Vincent licked the inside of my ear. His tongue was slimy and cold.
I clenched my eyes tightly as I leaned in for what was sure to be a sloppy start to another painful night.
Vincent’s fingers spider-ed up my back towards my baby blue lace bra’s hooks.
He always “saved my mom the trouble” of going undergarment shopping for me by deciding exactly what would go on under my clothes and made sure I only wore the bare minimum after a certain time.
The kissing continued. I knew if I stopped, it would just make it worse.
He hoisted myself higher up on his waist as he stood up and brought me to the king-sized bed that my mother would be sleeping on beside Vincent on later that night, unaware of what went on earlier there while she was still at the office.
I was soon exposed and I began to cry again as Vincent decided he could hold it back no longer.
“STOP YOUR BLUBBERING,” he yelled as I immediately sniffled back my tears and remained silent until we heard the rolling of my mother’s tires going into the garage.
Vincent sat up quickly and zipped up his pants, queuing that I had finished my job and to leave at once.
I grabbed the knob of the door and looked back at the man scurrying around the room to conceal what he had just forced me to do in pure disgust.
I looked back at the man I had to call every day my step-father.
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Introduction.

(The Teenage Series)
Karly was full of herself. She spent her time snapping pics shopping at her favorite stores such as Hollister and Aeropostale. She was the most popular girl in her whole school. Every boy drooled over her just talking to her. Until one day.
As usual, Karly felt through her long brown hair, making sure everything was to perfection, (as it usually was) when she saw something in the mirror out of the ordinary. A bumb. On her neck.
She reached out her hand to feel the bump. It was solid, but the bump had a sof texture. Oh sh/t. She though. What would everyone say? She wondered. What would everyone do? She wondered. She rubbed the bump over and over and over, until it became red. Until beautiful Karly, didn't think she was so beautiful anymore.
She panicked. She burst into her mothers room, showing her the red bump along her neck. She was immediately driven to the hospital.. Her mother was instructed to wait outstide, while meanwhile, her daughter was being thoroughly tested for any infections or blood clots. Minutes passed.
A half hour.
An hour.
Finally, the doctor walked out the door, and quietly shut it from behind. His lab coat was bright white. He had short black hair, and small spectactles confortably perched on his face. The man sighed, and his dark blue eyes looked upwards towards her mother, with lack of words. "Lindsay, your daughter has been tested three times." "She has cancer." He said. I am doing notifications, if you want to be notified, just comment! Fave/Follow/Feedback?

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