As soon as I got home that night, I flopped onto my bed. My head was spinning as my chest felt tight. Was I sick? Was I dying? I couldn't tell, maybe I was stress from the events that occurred today.

   My right arm laid on top of my head, while my left one held onto my chest as I stared up at my ceiling, slowly sinking into my thoughts. " Today was....eventful..." I said to myself, taking a deep breath before letting out a tired sigh.

   To sum up today, the new member of Hell's Angels was murdered and put on our door step, Kira and most of the gang members hate me, Angelina and I found a topic, and we hugged. So today was equally bad and good I guess.

   I felt my eye lids slowly began to drop, but a sudden ding from my phone caused me to shoot up from my bed. I pulled my phone out from my pocket to see it was a text from Angelina saying if we could go to the library at our school.

   I quickly replied with a yes, but asked why the sudden change. She said that her father didn't want her to be wondering around the city, and that he would like her to stick around our school. 'Maybe he's an over-protective father...?' I thought as I sent her a text saying it was alright and that she should go to bed soon. Angelina texted back saying goodnight to me, as I did the same.

   I placed my phone onto my small desk, flopping my head on my pillow. From the corner of my eye, I could see my old black guitar collecting dust in the corner of my room, just looking at it, I recalled a sad memory of my father.

   He was the one who taught me how to play guitar, he also bought lessons for me since I loved playing when I was younger. As for my mother, she taught me to sing, though I wasn't a fan of it. She used to tell me that singing always connects to other instruments, so learning to sing properly would help me. So every time I looked at my guitar or even sing a small note - after the accident - I'd get emotional. It was the reason why I hated playing and singing.

   I could feel a silent tear slide down my cheeks. I whipped it away, looking in another direction. I let out a big sigh," Tomorrow's another day..." I said before drifting off into sleep.

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   As cars continued to zoom pass our car, I sat in the backseat watching as rain drops drizzled down the car window.

   Me and my parents were heading home from another one of my guitar practices, and everyone seemed to be happy, like always.

   My mother sat in the passenger seat, a smile on her face as she read her book peacefully while my father drove the car. My 10 year old self  jumped in excitement as my favorite song began to play on the radio. 

   At that age, I began to take interest rock - hence why I played the guitar - and I Don't Care from Fall Out Boy was my favorite song," Dad! Crank the volume higher!" I demanded excitedly, as my dad obeyed my cheerful order.

   I was the first to start singing, I knew every lyric by heart.

   Say my name, and his in the same breath, I

   Dare you to say they taste the same,

   Let the leaves fall off in the summer

   And let December glow feel flames..!

   Soon enough, my mother began to sing along, and then we were all singing along.

    I! Don't! Care what you think, as long as it's about me

    The best of us, can find happiness in meser-   

   Suddenly, our car went off-road from the impact of a drunk-driver's car. The car's wheels squealed as my father tried to control the car, but before we knew it, the car completely flipped over, all of us screaming. 

   I did my best to brace myself, but I still bounced around like a ball, thank god for seat belts.

   Once the car finally stopped moving, I slowly opened my eyes to see myself hanging upside down, blood trickling from my head," M-Mom..? D-Dad...?" I spoke, my voice weak as I hoped for someone to respond...

   ...But no one did...

   I struggled to unbuckle my seat belt, once I did, my weak, bloody body crashed on the roof of the car, glass cutting at my bare arm, since I was wearing a t-shirt.

   I groaned in pain before slowly crawling  my way to the front of the upside down car, where I hoped to see my parents alive, and waiting for help.

   But what I saw when I got there was much worst...

   ...My parents laid dangling in their seat belts, their eyes closed as blood dripped from almost every part of there body. I reached for my mother's arm and felt how cold, and bloody it was.

   " N-No..." I said as I reached for my father's arm, which felt exactly the same," M-Mom! D-Dad!"

   " NO!" I shouted, shooting up from my bed. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I tried to come to grips on reality," I-It was only a dream, a-a horrible memory..."

   My body shook as I now held my own body, fear coursing through me. I had this nightmare frequently, it was of the night my parents died. It always replayed in my dreams, exactly how it happened.

   I felt tear crease my cheeks as I tried to take long breaths to calm myself down," I-It's only a memory..." I repeated to myself, my voice trembling in fear.

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   I woke early this morning, not being able to sleep after my nightmare last night. I sat up on my bed, letting out I yawn while I stretched out my arms before looking over at my alarm clock which read 5:30 a.m," I woke up a half hour early..?!" I question, flopping my head back onto my pillow in exhaustion," That nightmare gets me every time..." I tiredly got out of bed and got dress in a red v-neck shirt with black jeans, along with a black leather jacket and military boots.

   I combed my hair before heading over to my kitchen, and actually ate some real breakfast, which was buttered toast and a glass of milk. By the time I was finished, it was 6:00 a.m.

   I put my milk glass into the sink before grabbing my backpack and phone from my nightstand and walking out the door towards school. The funny thing is, I was kinda looking forward to it.

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   Once I got to school, I was immediately attacked by a hug from Angelina, who seemed extra excited to see me," Mornin' Lucifer!" She greeted while the students around us stared in confusion and shock.

   " What's she doing?"

   " Doesn't she know he's dangerous?"

   " She's so naive to hang around him."

   Those were the things I heard students whisper as Angelina hugged me," Do you mind letting go now..?" I question, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment.

   " Oh right..! Sorry..." She replied, bashfully stepping back from me, her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink," So...wanna head to class or to the field area?"

   " She's too nice for her own good..."

   " She's just hanging out with him because they have a project together."

   " No Angel would hang around a Demon like him."

   " Anywhere but here..." I replied, my face turning grim as my head hung low. Angelina nodded, a concerning look on her face as she grabbed a hold of my left arm.

   It might be normal for people to glare, but those words... an undiscribile pain in my chest began to build up. Was I really a danger to Angelina...?

   She began to pull me towards the our History class while I tried to drown out all the whispers from all the students.

   Once we reached our classroom, Angelina opened the door to reveal an empty room. We stepped in, Angelina closing the door behind us," Are you ok?" She asked, turning to face me once the door was closed.

   I leaned against one of the desk in the back row, my head hanging low." I'm a monster...everyone thinks that.." I replied, a grim look upon my face," You shouldn't be around me...I'm dangerous.."

   " Don't say that! It's not true!" She protested, walking in front of me to get my attention," Don't listen to them! You're not a monster! You're not dangerous! They just don't know you!"

   I slowly looked up at Angelina to see her starring a me with a serous look on her face," But you don't know me either..." I said. 

   " But I'm starting to know you and... you're not like what they say." She stated, a kind smile on her face as she lifted her hand to touch my left arm," People can be cruel, rude, and not think what their words can do to a person."

   " You seem to talk as if you've had the same experience..."

   " Well, I guess I have..."

   A shocked expression was written on my face at Angelina's kind, and inspirational words. She had only known me for two days, and yet she acts like she's know me my entire life, she some how understands me in a way I can't even begin the explain. 

   A smile formed on her face as she looked into my dull brown eyes, her own eyes showing truth in them. I felt a smile dance upon my own lips as I stared back.

   But the next thing that happened was so unexpected...

   Angelina went up onto her tip-toes and lightly pressed her lips against my forehead. My face felt like it was on fire, my chest felt so tight that I could barely breath, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Her lips felt soft against my forehead, and with her so close to me, I smelt a whiff of vanilla. 

   I looked at Angelina wide-eyed as she came back down to her level," Don't forget..." She said, creasing her hand on my left cheek," There's always someone out there who cares for you.."

   " I-I..." I could barely speak, I just stared at Angelina in shock. ' She's really an angel...'  I thought as my hand slowly lifted up to over-lap hers.

   But then, the sound of students caught our attention." I'll see you after class..." Angelina said, her hand finally leaving my cheek as she walked over to her seat before the students got into class.

   I quickly rushed over seat, my hand still on my cheek where Angelina had touched it. 'God... she's doing this to me, she's... making my fall in love, isn't she...?' I thought, not minding the crowd of students flooding into the classroom before Mrs. Brooks got to class.

   I looked over my shoulder to see Angelina peacefully sitting at her desk, doodling in her notepad as the teacher spoke.

   A smile began to form on my face as I watched her," What are you doing to me...?" I asked myself before turning back to the teacher.