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Tricked By The Wicked

Short story By: redundertheskin
Memoir


Trust is key, no. Trust is trickery. A false cense of security. Love is trust. Love is trickery. Love, what is it... A girl with a tragic love scene if fooled... just like the rest of us.


Submitted:May 21, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I was alone... watching the other students walk past with cold stares. It's almost as if they were trying to freeze my heart like the rest of them. I could feel it giving in. Tears, rolling down my cheek. I'm so alone. I'm so dark. I can feel myself slipping away... No. I had to get away. I walked as fast as I could, not looking where I was going. Then something hit me. As I looked up, I seen the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life. He was taller than I, blue eyes that were so beautiful and sparkled. And his hair was a wonderful brown color, so wonderful. I had to stop and stare. He spoke in such a sweet tone. I couldn't even undertsnd his words. "Excuse me" he said. I steped back an tried not to look awkward. The next day I seen him looking at me. My heart began to beat quickly. He started to talk to me, speaking in kind words and flatery. I didn't understand why in Gods name would he be talking to me of all people. Soon we bacame closely aquainted. I was falling deeper in love with every passing day. The times I began changing he was always there. When I came back, he was there. I finnaly asked one day, if he felt the same. He replied... no. I was crushed. And a while later, I thought I was over him, but I wasn't. He came back with flattery pulling me in deeper then before... then he broke my heart again. It was only a sick... twisted... game...





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