Story of my life

Harry styles, aka the criminal with no face, is known for his horrified crimes in the quiet city of London. He will kill anyone that gets in his way, he doesn't care who you are as long as you have a heartbeat your dead. Mia blue ,aka the girl with no voice, is known as the girl who hasn't talked for 3 years. She gets scared easily and is constantly being teased for no voice. She has a story to tell but no one can hear her.

Mia innocently at a masquerade ball, has no choice but to simply look around. She then bumps into a certain green eyed boy who catches her attention.

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1. Introduction

Story of my life.

Harry's pov:

The story of my life was like an old book burning into ashes as the wind blew it away. I didn't have anything in mind and I didn't care for anything. I had a story to tell, but no one would listen to a criminal, especially if you were know as the criminal with no face.

No one ever saw me, only if I took you and killed you, but you would only know my fake name. I would take advantage of you and then kill you because I simply didn't want you telling the police who I was. If you made it out alive, which is highly unlikely, then your safe, for now anyways. I will find you and kill you in plain sight where no one can find you or me. I know it sounds harsh but it's the way it is.

My life has been based off of abandonment, by my family, even some friends left me, because of what I was becoming. I didn't care, but it did shape me to who I am today, a serial killer with no face.

I can honestly tell you that if I ever find the girl to spend the rest of my life with she will never change me. I will be rough and harsh with her like any girl I grab in my arms. I don't care who she is,I will treat her the same as everyone else, she's mine and I can do whatever I want with her.

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Mia's pov:

I didn't think to much, I didn't talk much ether. You could say I was always speechless, I was voiceless. I don't talk because, well, it's a long story, but it's the reason why I don't talk. I'll explain later, but right now let me introduce myself. my name is Mia Blue, like the color. I'm about 18 years-old and I'm alone in life.

I don't have family, but I do have foster parents, but I think they don't give two shits about me, oops excuse my language. I don't usually cuss, well not out loud where everyone can hear me. Anyway I don't have a family I was an only child and still am,but only with foster parents. I don't consider them my parents but they are raising me, and have been ever since I was 15. They aren't the nicest people on the planet, but I still live with them.

When I was 15 my foster parents adopted me and they were nice. Then they changed and became really aggressive. They would hit me, scratch me, or even...attempt to rape me. I would always run and make it to safety of my room.

I would always have nightmares about how he touched me and tried to kiss me. It always made my eyes water up with huge tears, but I always had to hold them back to not show fear. I was never good at being brave or anything, I would get scared by anything. The simplest thing would terrify me and I would close my eyes and squeeze them tight to make everything calm and go away. People at school would scare me on purpose to see if I would make a sound and see my reaction. When they saw it they would laugh and walk away. Every night I would cry myself to sleep because of my life and the way I can't talk and stand up for myself. I curse the day the accident happened.

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