Scarred
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I pretend to read the book in my hands as I secretly look at him. I'm becoming annoyed at the fringe of my violet hair falling in front of my face. I continually push it back but it feels the need to be disobedient. I want so badly to shout and scream profanities at it but I don't want to have to stop looking at him. He's blindly playing video games with Cyborg and Robin. Beast Boy doesn't notice me and sometimes, only sometimes, is that okay. But most of the time I want him to notice me, which caused me to "switch up my style a little bit" as in I grew my hair out a little long then had them cut it to an "edgy-urban" cut whe
Scarred 6
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I wipe the wet back of my wrist on my ripped denim shorts as two more droplets of sweat run down my temple. The bright sun is shining in through the exposed wall; the rays of light clearly illuminate the dust particles circulating through the air. The rhythmic clang of Beast Boy's swinging hammer stops as he turns towards me. His white smile sends chills down my spine as I rest my own hammer down by my side. His white tank top clings to his body as beads of sweat on his arms and neck threaten to make my knees wobble. His jeans hang loose (not baggy) as his legs bring the rest of him towards me.
"Want to take a break?" He g
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My eyes flash open as I stare into the darkness. I try to calm my racing heartbeat and sudden shortness of breath but to no use. I'm unable to move, frozen in fear, chained to the bed. My wrists already sting as the shackles rub my skin raw. Again. My hair is wet as it's plastered to my sweat-drenched forehead. Shadows look at me eerily and the lack of light makes me feel faint. My eyes focus as much as they can with the random black dots clouding my vision. His golden mask reflects a single flash of light and I open my mouth to scream only for no sound to come out. I look down to see my blood pouring from my slit throat. Th
Scarred 3
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My eyes are almost blinded by the sunlight, even if it is overcast. Or maybe it's nighttime. I can't really tell. Being in pitch-black darkness for so long. How long was I gone? The question scares me and I push it to the back of my mind. I straighten out my ripped, torn and filthy leotard. I feel my greasy hair, which has grown only a couple inches from my waist. It's long and its natural waves actually hide a lot of the grease. I look through the several holes along my sleeves and see many of the burns and bruises. The burns shock me; I don't really remember getting them yet there they are clear as day. I press my thumb d
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"What are we going to do?" I ask after hours of trying to trace the tidbits of evidence mixed in with her makeup. Robin doesn't answer me, which means he either didn't feel the need to answer me, he is still coming up with a plan or he has no fucking clue what we should do.
"Robin." I plead but he just stands there staring at the computer screen. I feel useless standing here especially since we aren't coming up with anything. I become agitated again and storm outside. There is actual snow falling and the rocks on the island have a thin ice coating. As I run down to the shore, there's a constant crunching of ice as my feet
Remember Us (Lost Silver x Reader) Ch. 3 by xcosmetic, literature
Literature
Remember Us (Lost Silver x Reader) Ch. 3
"Mom! Can you turn down the AC? It' s freezing!" you shout to your mother as you continue to play your game.
'What's with the sudden drop in temperature anyway' you thought as you pushed the buttons furiously on your controller. A shiver coursed through your body as the random 'breeze' got stronger and colder. It got so bad that you could actually see your breath now.
You groaned and turned around ready to run downstairs to tell your mom.
When you swiveled around though , you bump into something or rather someone. The 'someone' shivered when you made contact with it. Two other objects pressed against your back and pushed you closer to the
Remember Me (Lost Silver x Reader) Ch 2. by xcosmetic, literature
Literature
Remember Me (Lost Silver x Reader) Ch 2.
Lost Silver sighed within his game. It was cold, dark , and Unowns scattered the 'cave' .Two were near his blood stained sleeves to act as his arms.
Silver shivered for what seemed to be the thousandth time. He hated the freezing atmosphere that surronded his body. Even if he left (which he doubted he could even do) , the warmth of the outside would't do him much good. And if he did leave would people rememeber him at all?
He let out a soft chuckle. 'Of course not.' he thought. 'Not even Lyra , my best friend, would rememeber me.' He also doubted that people would even recognize him. He had grown deathly pale and and frostbite blue could be