“No, You don’t know me” she said wiping the grin off his face. “You can’t say I am a nice person when you don’t know me. You don’t know about how I find darkness alluring. You don’t know of all the terrible things I’ve thought of to hurt people. You don’t know of my intentions or the moments I am manipulative, cold-hearted *****. I am not saying I am fake either; I am soft, kind hearted person who does care. But you don’t know of the darkness that exists within me. The darkness that I find so alluring that it drives me into doing insane hurtful things to myself and the people around me.” He stood still, not even flinching a muscle. “You scare me because of your positivity, hopes and dreams. They are are so fragile, bright and innocent that I am scared to break them. I am scared to drown you in depths of negativity and darkness. I am allured to the darkness in people because it’s darkness enwrapping darkness; comforting and understanding. With you, I feel the need to enclose the darkness within myself because I fear what it might do to you. I am a terrible person at times and you don’t want to be near me during those days because I will not give a **** about anyone and I will end up hurting you. So no I am not a nice person, I wish I was.”