Red (Black #2)
Red
T.L Smith
Copyright 2016 TL Smith
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Note to the Reader
This book is based in Australia, and there may be Australian words or places mentioned. If you have any issues understanding, please feel free to message me.
Love
T.L Smith
A wound to the heart, a hole so deep.
Can it be fixed?
Or simply replaced?
People lie. Those closest to me, tell the most lies.
Do they not know who I am? What I’m capable of?
Sometimes I wonder if they do. Because when I unravel their lies, they will be delivered to the hell I once visited. And it won’t be pleasant.
This book is dedicated to all the broken, damaged people. We see you, we fear you, because you, you feel with a might so great, it scares us. But don’t let that stop you. You are special, you are great. Don’t ever let anyone tell you different.
We are vessels made to love. Love, that word was so odd to a person such as me, someone who had never experienced the true feelings of such a word. People talk highly of it, people kill for it, but is it worth it? The world has this ideal of love, in that it can change everything, and everything can be fixed if you have it.
I was not a believer, I didn’t even understand the word. To me, it was just that, a word. Nothing more.
No one loved me, no one would risk loving me. I was a damaged and broken piece of a human—a destructor. My job was to take people away from those they loved, I was even hired by people who claimed to love the people I was sent to destroy. Even though they wanted them dead.
I didn’t understand—still don’t.
But she made me believe.
Made me believe that there
was
more than the darkness.
She took me to a place with color, a place that was right now. The world was cold, my eyes were constantly closing, and I tried with everything I had to keep them open—for her. Everything was for her. But the darkness took me under, sucking me into its never-ending spin. She shone brightly when my eyes were closed, like she was right in front of me. Her facial expressions were written all over her face, for each time we had been together. When we were sixteen, to the first time she realized it was me. When she would come undone under me, to her soft pink lips. But it was the eyes—her eyes that I always watched. The blue in them, the way I could see so much reflected in them. Like they were made to see only me, to love only me.
Then she disappeared, and everything went Black…
Damaged…
People use this word for a number of reasons. Some don’t fully understand the meaning of such a word. What it really means to one, to some it causes a great deal of pain. But to others, it’s just a word.
Damaged…
There it is again,
that word.
It haunts me. It inflicts a silent pain all by itself. And no one would be any the wiser.
Damaged…
It’s a word people would use to describe me.
Damaged…
It’s a word that explains me, because that’s exactly what I am—damaged goods.
Some people will think of this word and look at an object that’s broken and assume it’s damaged. To some, that’s as far as the word goes. To others, it has a whole new meaning—people with anxiety, people with depression. And then there’s me. Someone who has cracks so deep in their bones that they can no longer see anything fixable. Broken… damaged. That’s all there is to describe me. Nothing more to it.
