The shadows of our small town seemed to stretch longer than memory, as if darkness itself had taken root. I was once inseparable from Avery Hallows – my shadow, my confidante, my sister in every sense but blood. Our bond was the stuff of local legend, envied by peers who failed to understand the depth of our connection. But everything shifted the day Jessica Smith arrived, stepping into our circle like a ghostly whisper. She wove a spell of charm and intrigue, binding Avery to her with threads of mystery.
As Jessica's influence grew, Avery's eyes began to glaze, her laughter echoing with a hollow ring. Our trio became a duet of deceit, leaving me grasping for the friendship that once defined me. Secrets spilled, trust shattered, and cruelty unfurled like a black rose. My world imploded as Avery and Jessica orchestrated a campaign of terror – bullying, betrayal, and public humiliation. I vanished into the background, a ghost in my own town, as they reveled in their newfound power.
Logan Blackwood, the star athlete with piercing blue eyes, had once been a friend, a confidant. But as I grew older, my feelings for him deepened, blossoming into something more. I thought he felt the same, but then Ivan appeared – the mysterious stranger with piercing black eyes and a chiseled jawline. His arrival in town was met with whispers of caution, rumors of a troubled past. Yet, I felt an inexplicable pull towards him, as if our hearts were connected by an invisible thread.
The love triangle that formed between Ivan, Logan, and me was a ticking time bomb, waiting to unleash its fury. Logan represented comfort, familiarity, and a love that had simmered for years. Ivan, on the other hand, was a wild card – a chance at something new, something exciting. But with him came danger, uncertainty, and a darkness that threatened to consume me whole.
Years later, the scars still lingered, a constant reminder of the darkness that had consumed my life. Avery and Logan were married now, with two beautiful children. Their love story was one of fairy tales, or so it seemed. But I knew the truth – Avery's heart was blacker than coal, and Logan's love was blind. Jessica had disappeared into thin air, leaving behind a trail of destruction and chaos.
(HIGHSCHOOL DAYS)
As I stood there, clutching my school bag, walking back home, I felt a chill run down my spine. The darkness seemed to close in around me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I looked around, but the streets were empty. The only sound was the distant hum of a car engine and the soft rustling of leaves in the wind.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing thoughts. Who is watching me? And why do I feel like I'm being followed?
Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I spun around, but there was no one there. The sound stopped, and I was left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest. What was happening? I tried to shake off the feeling of unease, telling myself it was just my imagination.
Was it just my imagination? Or was I actually being watched, being followed?
10 years passed by and I still haven't forgotten about that night. The black car, the footsteps and the feelings of being watched.