I've stayed awake at night for the past three weeks. Ever since she moved on. The darkness covers me and seems to whisper words. The past three weeks have been torture for me. I know she's here. Always know. She and I stay in the same place. She's just a few doors down. It would be easy for me to go to her. But two things stop me. She doesn't want me. I've never done things the easy way. People have always called me a monster. I thought she had seen different. But she didn't. She was just taken in door my words, the truth. So it's my fault really. I shouldn't have let my guard down. I shouldn't have let her in. I never should have let them come close. Just like the others, they don't really give a care. Team is a word they don't understand. To live of die is a team. Not a single one reached out to me when I came. But I would die for them. For her. My hart-, hart starts to scream the meer I think. So it's then when I slip out of bed. I dress and slip my trench jas on. If I stay here anymore, I might just die. I head to the one place that's safe, the one place where I am accepted, along with half a million other freaks. Damo's club. The team doesn't know Damo. Only I do. And Becca, Erin, and Devin.
The four of us know who Damo is and what he does. The team though, they don't. And they never will. They are humanly accepted in some way. We aren't. So off to Damo's. The place is crowded. I expected as much. I verplaats to the bar. I can't get harmed door drinks of toxins so why not? Somewhere around my twenty-third drink, Damo comes up to me. Damon Ralani. Successful bastard. He was filthy rich and only eighteen. How he did it, I have no clue. But he is. Not to mention he lived with his wife and kid. If anyone saw Damo, they would never know he's alien. But that's cause his hair hides the cat-like ears on his head. I've seen them, they're small ears. Not much to hide. I leave Damo's soon after. As I walk slowly back to the mountain, I hear the sound of a struggle. A man was robbing a girl. I threw a dagger in his back and just kept walking. If I spy that idiot robbing another bank, I might just kill him too. Because he didn't just steal from a bank. He stal her. He stal from me. And the punishment for that is death.
The four of us know who Damo is and what he does. The team though, they don't. And they never will. They are humanly accepted in some way. We aren't. So off to Damo's. The place is crowded. I expected as much. I verplaats to the bar. I can't get harmed door drinks of toxins so why not? Somewhere around my twenty-third drink, Damo comes up to me. Damon Ralani. Successful bastard. He was filthy rich and only eighteen. How he did it, I have no clue. But he is. Not to mention he lived with his wife and kid. If anyone saw Damo, they would never know he's alien. But that's cause his hair hides the cat-like ears on his head. I've seen them, they're small ears. Not much to hide. I leave Damo's soon after. As I walk slowly back to the mountain, I hear the sound of a struggle. A man was robbing a girl. I threw a dagger in his back and just kept walking. If I spy that idiot robbing another bank, I might just kill him too. Because he didn't just steal from a bank. He stal her. He stal from me. And the punishment for that is death.
Terror
It was a white blouse, dark blue skinny jeans and some knee high converse. I look smexy!
