Intensity

Silent and cold

That was how it felt, when I walked into the abandoned mansion. The roof was caving in, purely a death trap. This is what I lived for. The moment where something beautiful is about to die, demolished, end its life. I always have to go into the house and watch the last of the intricate beauty dissipate.

I have never told anyone that. No one would understand me. If I was to tell the student population at my school how I really was or who I really am. No one would believe me. Then again I would rather them not believe me. They are just a bunch of imbeciles who think that they actually grace the earth with their presence.

Especially that nasty Cullen Reeves.

That stupid womanizer that every girl is so idiotic to go for, to drool for. Then again, I am one of those idiots. He might be nasty and might make my life hell. But he was still honest to god gorgeous. How could I not think he was cute?

That is why all I ever do is lie. I don't want them to know about me. I would rather not be one of those idiots who have a high school sweetheart and marry them by the time I graduate. I want to travel I want to live.

If I let every tom, duke and Harry get to know me. I would be royally screwed. I was royally screwed back when I was in the 9th grade. The first of the years that I made everything come out of my mouth a lie.

Boys liked me then. Hell they raced for the seat closest to me. Those were always the older boys looking to score. No one ever scored with me though. I would never let them have a chance.

There was that one time though, that I had actually liked one of them and they took me to a party. Thank god, my mom taught me never to except an already opened drink. But of course the boy thought I was playing hard to get. And in turn tried to get into my pants.

I guess we could just say that, that night the boy had taken a special trip to the ER. That asshole shouldn't have tried to put his hand down my pants.

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I sighed as I snuck through the inkiness of the night. The house was said to be haunted. Another thing that always interested me. People always thought that I was just one of those girls that had to top everyone. No. I wanted to top everyone. How many people have you ever met that snuck inside a ruined mansion, where most of the stonewalls and heavy lead ceilings could give way at any moment?

Well, I guess the stupid ones. But that's exactly what I am. Stupid.

I shook my head as I tiptoed into the back yard of the house. The grass was up to my mid calve. This place was most likely going to be demolished in the next 2 weeks if it didn't fall down before that. I swept my fingers through my hair as I inched closer to the back door. The screen door was open and hanging off one of the hinges, flapping wildly against the mold on the back wall. The sound was already getting annoying quick. But then again, I liked to think of sounds like that. As warnings.

You see not all houses people - humans - are allowed in. I'm breaking about three laws right now as I go forward to the back door. The rotten handle beckoning to me as if it had been missing a piece of its puzzle all of its life. As if it had finally found it, inching closer to it. I reached out my arm and let my soft fingers graze the rugged metal base. Only to pull back.

I fell to the ground in an instant as the rotten wooden door swung open. The surprise of it all had thrown me back. I stared up; my eyes wide as I watched the door close slightly and a dark figure step out and look around. My eyes widened as I saw them turn their body towards mine. Instantly I scrambled back, my back against the moldy house.

"What do we have here?"

I opened my mouth to scream, only to be knocked out. I breathed in deeply, my brain screaming at me to fight the cloudy fog from invading my mind. I fought it long enough to hear,

"She goes to my school."

Then my world went black.