AWayWithWords About Me Page at Helium

My Name Is Becky.

My passion is ...

Flute. My pet Rats.

I know too much about ...

how to cram for exams....

My childhood ambition ...

Never grow old. Never Get Ugly.

My favorite memory ...

Tomorrow

Why I write ...

Why not?

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

MuSiC: TheBlackout, Good Charlotte, Hollywood Undead, Amor For Sleep, MCFLY! Seether

Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Hate: 3 of 7

Hate. I see him now. He is a young man with a handsome face; but he carries age heavy on his breaking back despite his dashing features. He laughs at me and embraces me. He scent fills my nostrils, intoxicating and sweet. He takes my pain away. Now he visits me every day. During his early visits we only sat and talked; he let me find blame in the innocent and helped me hate them for why I am hurting. He did not judge me: he understood. Then he kissed me. His mouth met mine and held it, letting emotions flow freely and not letting me pull away. I did not want to pull away. I became addicted...
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