Young Writers Society

I never really knew how thin the line between love hate was, neither did I know how thin the line was between life and death. How quickly you could discover that you were attracted to your enemy. Or how quickly your heart could be stopped sending you to an early and everlasting grave. And now that you think about it you remember that smile that you never thought about or that knife you use to cook with everyday could easily be the death of you.

So what? Do you admit yourself into a crazy house to rot in a plush sell while the violent and dangerous world goes on without you? Do you go into hiding? Change your name and dye your hair? Unfortunately in my case none of those are an option because no matter where I hid or how I changed my appearance someone would find me....and that alone is why I never tried. Actually, it never crossed my mind .......well saying that would kind of of be lie because it did. But every time the sad attempt to convince myself that it might work, the look in his eyes told me that anything I tried he would all too easily be defeat.

So who is he?

Well that I don't even completely know myself and when I’m not even sure how many more days I have left to live well...... that could start to be a problem.