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You were the one
That I couldn't find
Hidden away
In the depths of my mind

I didn't notice you. I just wanted to hurt everyone. I didn't let them convince me, I convinced THEM. I was a ruthless murderer. I had no excuse but now I know it was wrong. I was ignorant. Of you, of everything.

Why did I let you go
You're to good to be true
I messed it up and now I don't know what to do

Your strength never strayed for a minute. Hurt and still fighting. You're my match. I shouldn't have let you just walk, I could've solved it right away. You wanted me but I didn't know how to respond. Now it's screwed up and I'm lost.

We ran in circles and wasted time
From right to wrong
From right to wrong

I felt like coming after you but I didn't. I thought that was being weak. So I hurt you and ended up hurting myself.

If I knew that you were mine
I wouldn't have wasted time
I wish I could erase the past
Now its all collapsed
In my lap

Maybe if I had known that you cared so much, I wouldn't have done all those things and let the rest of the life I could've spent with you run away. I wish I could start over. But I can't, so I'll just accept that I've destroyed all chances.

I over thought
So I locked up my heart - yeah

I thought I was invincible, that no one could get through my barriers. I thought it was powerful.

There you stood
Your blue eyes hidden underneath your hood

But with one look you pierced through. Now I'm vulnerable and I'm faltering.

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Maybe I'll just start from the beginning. I have a past, like everyone does. Except mine's alot darker. I've done alot of things that I could get the death penalty for. See, I used to lead a gang. My brothers and myself. We christened ourselves "The Vampires". We spilt blood, our lives overlapped with drugs, drinking, pain. We weren't much more than in our mid-teens. We thought it was hell of a thrill. And I'll admit, it was. We would crash an all-girls party, flirt and then a knife would go through them. It was even better than being an artificial highs, because this was REAL, this was HAPPENING. We kinda came from a broken home, our parents didn't bother us much, too busy with their society shit. We were put in boarding school as early as possible and had free range to do what we liked. And since our parents were generous donators to the school, we never got in trouble, whether it was getting rough with a girl or dissecting a live squirrel. It was all in fun, but after around ten years, i guess it becomes a way of life. We didn't know how to work, all we wanted was fast play.

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You girl are a genius, this story is amazing so far, I'll be watching :P

love you! :rolleyes:

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"Score, brother. We just got tipped for a Waterhouse Sorority sleepover next week. They're also having some high school freshmen over."

"Excellent." I smiled, informing my other brothers. I watched them smile similar to the way I had just done. I felt that well-known surge of excitement, grinning suavely to my young, female lecturer.

This would be a big break, I was feeling bored and restless, there hadn't been any action for a couple weeks now.

I began to sketch some plans out onto my leather-bound, monogrammed notebook. We might bring some drugs, a keg of beer over to the girls, get them to think we were just in for the fun of it. After all, we could get most girls to kneel at our feet. Then maybe some arsenic? No wait, knives would be more fun. They're old school.

I noted how my teacher was blushing in my direction. How easy could this be? Not much easier, that's for sure.

Very dark, I like it! Can't wait for more!

Ooh...dark...but I like it.

"Come on Horace, calm down, I know this is your first time but seriously, no need to be so freaking hyper all right?" I laughed at my younger brother. He was unbelievably excited. I couldn't wait either, though. He was a natural, only fifteen and had gone through well over ten girls since he was thirteen.

"Okay, Eric, whatever. It's time to go in anyway, let's not worry the whores too much."

"Remember, don't even try to feign emotional attachment okay? Way too risky, plus the girls love that play hard-to-get thing."

"Yeah yeah."

My brothers clustered around me as I pressed the loud, high pitched doorbell. Almost immediately, a gorgeous blonde opened the door and showed us inside.

"What's up with you fellas?" She asked, crossing her pajama-shorts clad legs provocatively while settling down next to John, the eldest. He slid his hand over her knee.

"We're here for the party, baby."

"Mmm, as fun as I think that would be," She giggled, "I don't think the others were quite planning for such important company. But... " She glanced around.

"Hey, how bout we surprise them?" I asked, one eyebrow raised cockily.

She ran her tongue over her perfect Hollywood-white teeth and led us upstairs, skipping.

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Sitting down on some random girl's bed, I felt something crinkling under the polka-dotted sheets. Using my left hand, I fished out a few sheets of paper that looked like they had been torn out of a book.

"Dear Diary... I need to stop doing this...

Even if I feel like my heart is breaking.

God, that is so cliche. 'I hurt myself to feel'. How STUPID can one person get?!"

I looked at the rest of the pages, but they were covered with drawings of faceless people, words no longer were needed.

"Hey! I think they're here!" Jessine, the girl who had brought us in, had heard the minivan pulling into the driveway.

I tossed the diary entries back onto the bed, taking the honour of standing behind the room door, ready to pounce.

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"Sticks and stones won't break my soul, get out of the way I'm invincible," Broken but still beautiful singing was flowing continuously. I realised the owner of the voice was approaching. I focused, painting my face with the "bad-boy" look.

Suddenly "Gotta be green, gotta be mean gotta be everything more" leapt from her vocal chords, except in a minor key, flipping the positive song I'd considered so fucking annoying into an emotional ballad. Wow.

I had studied music since I was about six, starting with the piano, moving on to the
violin, guitar, drums, flute, bass and cello. At the same time. I know I'm talented at music. I couldn't imagine a day without it. So when I heard this, naturally, I was impressed.

Strolling out from my hiding place, I clapped lightly, running my hand through my hair, a smirk that every girl I'd ever met had found attractive. I shut the door.

Apparently I'd interrupted her little self-pity party. A dark head looked up, revealing an interesting, indignant, tear-stained face with no distinct race. Actually, she was just as beautiful as her voice, despite her casual dressing- jeans. And... a bra. Which was filled out really nicely. My smirk grew wider.

"What the hell?" She asked, covering her front. "I don't recall inviting you in. Get the hell out."

"Come on baby, I know what every girl wants." I gave her my most smoldering look.

She threw one back, though not of the same nature. Stunned, I smoothed down my shirt, making a lame attempt at regaining my composure. This had never happened before! Maybe she was gay or something.

Still hugging herself, she walked to the closet, clearly feeling my eyes on her.

She whipped around, removing her arms. I raised my eyebrows.

"There. Happy? Now you can go tell everyone how fat and ugly I am, and how stupid and worthless I am, and now I guess I'm cheap, because I am freely exposing myself to you. Now, go ahead and leave me alone."

"... The hell?!" I said out loud as she yanked a neutral sweatshirt off its hanger and tugged it on.

"Do you really believe that you're fat?!" Scratching my head, I waited for her reply.

But it never came. She flung herself onto the bed, burying herself beneath the sheets.

Man, I thought. Some people are just messed up. I turned to go, but somehow I ended up next to this girl, my arms around her blanket-covered form.

Strange story... but I like it, especially the part with music in it since I love music too :) More please!

More, please. I have one critique though, maybe fill out the story a little more. Right now it seems like you're just writing the things that happened but not really the details, does that make sense? I do the same thing a lot and I'm trying to break the habit.

omg yesss i know! except that it's weird, because generally i think of guys never thinking in detail much, so its kinda influencing this grr. haha kay anyway i will definitely try and do that.