I never really knew how I felt. How it hurt, how hard I crumbled. I remember it all. The Begining. The End. It was all like a Disney movie, except this one didn't have a happy ending.
"I hate you, get away from me!" He yells. But I dont stop. I just keep chasing him.
Whats wrong with me??
My legs hurt. But I keep going. I don't know what else to do, or why I'm doing it, but I do. "Jasmine stop it! Leave me alone!"
Oh my God.
I can't believe I loved this bitch. Truth is, I still love this bitch. Damn, I need help.
Without warning, he turns around to an abrupt stop. And for some reason, I stop too. He may be about 15 feet away from me but I could still hear his heavy breathing. His sweat runs across his beautiful fear-strucken face. It was amazing. Not his fear, but his face. His sexy eyes are unmistakable, a pretty light caramel color. And his personality is even better. Sweet, funny, and even a little flirtatious. But right now, I bet he feels anything but flirtatious.
"Take another step and I shoot!" He screams. I didn't even notice the gun in his hand. I guess thats what I get for daydreaming. Hot tears rush down my face. I can't help it. I fall to my knees.
Slowly, he walks towards me without taking me off gunpoint. Then the little bastard puts the gun on my forehead. "Say goodnight" he says.
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The Marked Ones
Teen FictionJasmine Stewart. One of the richest, smartest, prettiest girls known to the most famous Surgeon in the world. Her boyfriend mysteriously breaks up with her and starts trying to kill her, her maid starts acting crazy, and she keeps getting getting my...
