When life hands you something so perfect, so outstandingly amazing, it's only right to lose it again. After all, there's only so much magic in the world, and it has to touch billions of lives. So of course when you find that power in your own life, there's nothing you can do but hold onto it as tightly as you possibly can.
I was fifteen when I met him. He was beautiful, dark and stunning, with tangled locks of black hair, and the deepest, most breathtaking eyes I'd even seen. I was more than intrigued; I was infatuated.
Only, nothing ever comes that simply. They told me his name was Loren Hale, and that he was the type of guy I'd been warned about. I couldn't understand how someone so enchanting could be deemed so dangerous.
I was the sort of girl who always did what she was told, who hid behind books and a steady flow of straight As. I believe that, in life, one must eventually come to realize that a GPA does not determine a person's worth, and that there is so much more to life than alma mater.
However, by this point I had not yet come to grasp this. See, my mother was a divorced nail tech who was so beyond the point of finding happiness it was sickening. Instead she found solace in a self-created cocktail of narcotics and a continuous line of men. Sometimes I wondered if she even knew how far away she was pushing me. Other times, I was certain she just didnt care.
In the town of Black Hills, I wasted away in the midst of tattered notebooks and a million letters I'd never had it in me to send. The more I thought on it, the more I realized that some things in life just never needed to be said. Sometimes all you can ask for is a single moment to say something, and if all that it's going to amount to is goodbye, you might as well say it. I'd dragged out my own moment long past an awkward silence, and I knew it was time to find closure.
I'd like to say it was easy to move on, but that would be a lie. Then again, most good stories are based on lies anyway, so maybe it wouldnt be such a bad idea to save myself some dignity. No, getting over it took time, and since time was all I had, I found myself left rather empty. I tried to fill my mind with school, but the pages of text only further reaped me of life.
Black Hills had once seemed so promising. It was an outstanding school filled with all sorts of people, from golden, gossiping girls in polos and heels to the darker children who found solace in little besides cigarettes and razorblades. I myself fell somewhere in between, hugging the line as if it ws all there was to keep me grounded.
If nothing else, I had my friend Lexi beside me. She was a senior, two years my elder, so naturally I turned to her for guidance on all things social. If only I would have known just what her advice would bring me. Perhaps then I could have turned away. Although I knew I never would. Lexi and her close group of friends congregated in the main lobby in the mornings, where they could feed off of each others' shadows and scorn. And seeing as Lexi was really all I had socially, I had no choice but to trail behind her, blind and lost.
So it began, on a day so unlikely, so parallel to any other in that world we so hated and loved, where magic seemed within our reach, and temptation would be the only thing to save us, or kill us, or both.