Beauty That Kills.

*ROSES ARE RED,
VIOLETS ARE BLUE...
YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL,
BUT THAT'S NOT GOOD...


*
"I like you."
Blushing heavily, my pale white skin glows red on my neck and cheeks.
Its not everyday someone you like likes you back.
And I'm not even planning to play a hard to get card.
Suddenly, he coughs and splatters blood all over my light blue school uniform.
In daylight, I see the horror unfold in front of me as Pete folds into two, drops to the ground and dies, in the midst of all his own blood.
A scream pierces the moist damp air.

*

Have you ever been a pretty girl?
No wrong way to ask.
Have you ever been beautiful, so damn beautiful?
Have you ever been so easy on the eyes that each and every day different boys and men struggle to have you as theirs?
If you haven't, which is not a very surprising answer, then I have and I know what it's totally like.
And you may not know because you've not been there, you won't like it. You certainly won't.
I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse to be this beautiful.
Born in a family of three, I, my Mom and my Dad. We weren't rich or poor just, you know the average class of people.
I am Halo Denver, twenty-two and my story isn't at all like everyone and anyone else's story.