Just Another Girl *On Hold*

Desdemona Trive, the girl everyone avoided, has been alone all her life. Everyone judged her for her shyness and inability to communicate to people and the fact that she was rumored to kill many families when she was only a child. When a guy approaches her and makes her happy, she realizes just how different she is. (Includes some romance. Not a romance story though)
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3. Chapter Three

They're better off without me. The human race can't survive with another freak roaming around. I would be better off dead, says everyone I ever met. Why is it they fear me like so? It's unfair, I've done nothing to them, yet they treat me like a demon. Why am I so different than other people? I think, talk, and act like them, how dare they discriminate me. Is it because I show close to no skin? Or the fact that I'm anti-social? It's not my fault, I can't help it. I can't help being different.

"Thinking hard there, huh?" A voice said, causing my to jump in fear. I turned around, hesitantly, and saw the villain who scared me.

"Yeah.." I replied to Blake's question. How did I not know he was there? I always know who when someone is near me, it's instinct. Why is it that I couldn't sense him? What is he?

"I wouldn't, if I were you." He sighed. "I have heard all the crap they say to you, it's wicked how they can say such thing. They are the true demons." He said, settling down besides me, his words had no affect on me. His girlfriend said these things, who am I to even think about trusting him?

"I don't mind, it taught me just how cruel this world is." I said, leaning back on my elbows.

"You're too young to even be thinking about that." He said, laying down on his stomach and resting his head on his hands. He stared at me, like I was suppose to care.

"And you aren't? Just how old are you, sir?" I questioned, turning over on my stomach so I can stare back. I was not going to give up, I'm already too far down.

"Seventeen." He answered. Seventeen? That's my age, so why is he telling me I'm too young?

"Exactly." I mumbled. Why is he so confusing? Is he with me or against me? Why does his girlfriend hate me? Why do I ask so many questions? Oops, I did it again.

"So, what's going on in that head of yours?" He asked, pushing the palm of his right hand to his cheek as he tilted his head a bit.

"Guess."

"Fine, stubborn much? I think you are thinking about suicide." He said with a pained voice. Suicide? I have tried before, but I don't base my thoughts on just suicide.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because you looked so sad and you kept putting your hand to your neck as if there was a rope there. Do you?" He said, sitting up.

"No," I lied, "why would it matter anyways?"

"Because I would have one less friend!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air for dramatic effect. I giggled softly, it was hard not to laugh. "But seriously, it would be such a shame if you were to be dead." He sighed, looking at me with sad eyes.

"Yeah.." I said. He looked at me and I stared back, something told me that something was going to happen. He smirked, knowingly. Nothing happened, though. I don't know what I was expecting, I just knew something strange was going to happen. Am I being paranoid? What is happening to me?

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