I'm in Love.

It's poisonous. It's slowly killing me.

They say you're dangerous.

I know you're dangerous but I'm that much of an adrenaline junkie.

I loved the thrill of a man like you.

Your eyes that pierces through me like a fine needle into my arm.

Your lips that held so much promise and lies that I continue to believe.

Your body that I desire even in my worst nightmares.

They say it's Lust. I say it's love.For in my love, I'm an addict even when I know you are the poison that kills me not physically but damn right mentally and psychologically. And that is the most dangerous addiction known to man.

They say fear is just implanted on the mind of a child.

Children weren't born to fear things.

Their own innocence was both their greatest strength and their greatest weakness.

Parents/Guardians had never taught a child to fear the Monster Inside.

That monstrosity that eats even a child from the inside out.

Some say it's insanity. I call it Depression, Anxiety, and all those vile things you can imagine.

It's the void inside me, a voice whispering I am never good enough.Encouraging me to cut my wrist. Stop sleeping. Stop eating.

It's a vile creature that was winning an impossible battle inside me.

Sometimes, they're winning as I succumb into the darkness.

Rarely, I win as I place the blade down and stop cutting my wrist.

But most times, it is me, alone and wishing that somebody would just help me.

In the very moment I had thought my dream of being part of my very own version of Orange Is the New Black life in the stinky and quite moldy jail; I was being bailed out. My guess was it was Alfred, our butler. Quite Ironic, but he was completely different from the comic books. He was efficient, but really talks back way too much for his old age or to my liking to be honest.

But as I was escorted by the Police Officer that had his eyes on my breasts the entire time, I stood stock still all of a sudden. It wasn't Alfred, not the driver Klaus, not even my own father Santiago, this was a different man.

How could I ever forget that face. The Bachelor, the infamous, Carlo De Luca. The man--sort of a man, that just so happens to be the same man that I was forced to marry. I know, it's cliché as hell. But get this, my parents had actually made me choose who I'd marry and I had stupidly said I'd want an Italian Megalomaniac that has more money than sense. But I had never knew it's be this man--he was rich, Italian, and had sense, unfortunately. Why the hell did I ever gotten myself attracted to the Italian Salami?!

"You've been very naughty, Cara." he tutted and his eyes glared at the Police Officer that I hadn't realized was still in the same room.

"My parents sent you?" why was I asking the most obvious question.

"They've sent me to take my bride." he smirked. He actually could be attractive with his rugged features and dominant structure, but he was just too damn cocky for my liking, hence the reason I had refused to even meet him or even look at him without stopping myself from punching him in the face.

"I'm not your bride!" And never will be. Not to an arrogant ass like him. Never in a million years.

"You will be in a few days." he corrected.

Have you ever had that feeling of complete shock that you somehow forgotten to breath, think, and almost every essential thing in life? Well, that was what I was feeling. If I had thought hell had been my life, I was going to be in for the ride of my life.

I should have just binged-watch Game of Thrones and Sherlock than be in this situation right now. Well they say you regret everything in the end. Let's just hope I don't regret as much as I should. It's just my life that I had screwed up.