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Love is a
Fallacy
By: Lady
Justine Greenleaf
Disclaimer: To make it easy I�ll
just say that I don�t really know how to write a disclaimer but from what I�ve
seen� I own only the characters names whom you do not
recognize.
Brief
Summary:
Raveyn isn�t exactly the prettiest girl, she isn�t popular, and has few
friends. Nobody really gives her a chance because they think she is unusual in
everyway possible. If only they gave her a chance they�d realize that she is
smart, insightful, deep, emotional, and athletic. The only thing holding her
back is her depression, anti-social skills, and her non-belief in love. Can he change her mind?
Rating: R (just incase) for
some sexual content (later in story), LANGUAGE, and a little fun I am not sure
what category to put in�
A/N:
Hey everyone! Listen, I got a lot of criticism on my fic
(Love is Folly�Right?)so I decided to rewrite it. I just needed to refine and
critique it because there were a lot of flaws (as my beta pointed out nicely).
I hope you enjoy it.

*NOTE* IMPORTANT MUST READ: ~This is a form of a Mary-Sue (if you don�t like
it don�t read it then) ~I KNOW RAPE ISN�T A PLOT DEVICE I just put it in to
explain a few things (again if you don�t like this or it offends you please
don�t read it) ~ There are a few modifications to the Tolkien world (i.e. Mirkwood is a NICE place void of the darkness, though some
areas are still dark and have the spiders�therefore should be known as
GREENWOOD�please know that I am aware of such things/changes)
Thank Yous:
I�d like to
thank Melissa my beta for doing a last-minute Beta-reading, she did an
unbelievable job!

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Chapter 1
Mini Cooper

I'll be
your dream

I'll be your wish, I�ll be your fantasy

I'll be your hope, I�ll be your love

Be everything that you need

I'll love you more with every breath

Truly,Madly,Deeply do

I will be strong I will be faithful

'cause I'm counting on

A new beginning

A reason for living

A deeper meaning, yeah

I want to stand with you on a mountain

I want to bathe with you in the sea

I want to lay like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me

And when the stars are shining

Brightly in the velvet sky

I'll make a wish to send it to heaven

Then make you want to cry

The tears of joy for all the

Pleasure in the certainty

That we're surrounded by the

Comfort and protection of

The highest powers

In lonely hours

The tears devour you

I want to stand with you on a mountain

I want to bathe with you in the sea

I want to lay like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me

Oh can you see it baby?

You don't have to close your eyes

'Cause it's standing right here before you

All that you need will surely come

I'll be your dream

I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy

I'll be your hope, I'll be your love

Be everything that you need

I'll love you more with every breath

Truly,Madly,Deeply do

I want to stand with you on a mountain

I want to bathe with you in the sea

I want to lay like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me
~Savage Garden Truly, Madly, Deeply
BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! I woke up to the deafening and pesky racket that one would call an alarm.
I looked up from under the fluffy, warm covers. The clock read 5 AM.
�ACK!! NO NO NO NO NO
NO NO!� I whined.
By
complaining, I had foolishly hoped it would do something, but the terrible
awareness that it wouldn�t hung over my head like a dreary cloud. I wanted more
than anything to crawl back under the covers and fall asleep again, knewknew I
couldn�t. Once again I had to remind myself why I played travel softball, I
went through the list. First because Dad was the head supervisor of the league,
second because I�ve been playing for twelve years and there is no way anyone I
know was going to allow me to let that go to waste, and third (and most
important mind you) I loved the game beyond all reason.
�Shit, shit,
triple shit!�
I was not in a
good mood at all, however I knew that I would have to put on a convincing act
and hold a neutral expression. Today was going to be a tough and exhausting
day, I could already tell. My team had a tournament about an hour away in New Jersey and our first game was
at eight o�clock this morning. �Swell.�
I thought �just peachy!� I laid
in bed for five more minutes contemplating each and every way I could
purposefully hit my coach with a foul ball while at bat, when I heard a knock
at my door.
�Hey, you up, Rave?�

I smiled at
the nickname he used for me, Rave, short for Raveyn.

�Yeah Dad I�m
up, don�t come in I�m getting dressed.�

That wasn�t
entirely accurate, I wasn�t getting dressed, nor was I even out of bed,
but what was true was I really didn�t
want him to come in. Instead of getting up I stared at my stick-on-stars and my
black-light posters (which were decorated with neon designs made to glow) on my
ceiling. I moved scooted towards my st pla placed at the head of my bead and
turned it on. The Ataris� Boys of Summer sounded through the speakers. After ten minutes of
dill-dallying, I finally rose and got dressed. As I got up I hit my knee on the
dresser and knocked off a book.

�Fuck! That hurt!�

I cursed my
clumsiness for the umpteenth time since I was able to curse, then picked up the
book that had fallen, knowing fully which one it was. The cover was old and
worn, courtesy of years of use, and it was entitled There and Back Again; A Hobbit�s Tale, my absolute favorite book in the whole world. I loved Bilbo, Gandalf, and all
the dwarves, they are the most remarkable characters ever created. I had never
read the trilogy or seen the movies though, they
require thinking in order to understand them, something that I am not
accustomed to, except, maybe, in school. It sounds really silly and childish
but you know sometimes, well OK all the time, I really wish I were a
hobbit living in the shire. How cool would that be? Just to eat, sleep, and be
�merry� as they�d say, but then again, I�d probably hate the no adventure or no
life part, I�d especially miss softball. Sighing, I put my book back on my bed,
turned to my dresser and SMACK! I ran
right into the opened closet door. Once again I cursed my clumsiness. Imagine
this; an eighteen-year-old who has no sense of grace whatsoever, isn�t blessed
with good looks, and has a negative outlook on everything and you got�ME! I�m
about 5�8, unusually tall for my family, very tan, and a little overweight. I
am ashamed of my body and allow no one but I to see it and even then I hate
looking at myself. There are only two things I do like about myself and they
are my eyes and my hair, both are very peculiar, you see my eyes are a
bloody red and my hair is snow-white and falls to my waist. I�m not sure why,
but my doctor says that I have no hair-color genes or eye-color genes, which is
extremely rare, in fact it is unheard of. This and my depression are the things
that turn people off, which is why I have few friends. I am not disappointed
though because I enjoy being by alone and in my own company. As for my love
life, two years ago I had my first boyfriend and his name was Brian. I loved
him with all my heart and thought that we were soul mates. When we first met he
treated me like a queen. The weeks went by and I started to see the real him.
He started hitting, abusing, and harassing me whenever I did or said something
to annoy him even in the slightest, but then the next day he�d come back to me
on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness and apologizing profusely.
Blinded by my so called �love� for him, I did forgive him in a second, but then
it went too far. One night I was on my way home from work when I was pulled
into an alley by Brian and his friends�

~*~*~ flashback *~*~*~

I felt the
icy-cold blade against my neck as the malicious voice of Brian whispered
menacingly in my ear.

�If you
even dare to move or scream I slit your throat so quick you won�t even know
what hit you�cause you�ll be DEAD!� I could smell the
alcohol and smoke in his breath, it made me sick to my stomach. All I could do
was whimper in reply as I clutched his arm to keep it from moving. Two of his
other friends were with him, two friends whom I despised, Gavin and Joseph.

�Gavin,
take the knife and if she moves, slit her throat.� I felt Brian move away from
me, yet he kept the knife positioned against my throat, as Gavin took his
place.

�Lie her
down on the pavement.� I tried to resist but I felt the knife go to my arm and then a
blinding pain. Gavin had put a huge gash on the inside my right arm, right
along my vein. I felt the blood pour out of the wound and pool on the pavement
I was lying on. I looked at Brian pleadingly but all I saw was a smirk spread across
his once handsome face.

�Now you
know we are serious, Rave.� said Gavin as he licked the side of my face. I
closed my eyes as they shoved me to the ground. My eyes were closed tightly as
I lay on my back, the tears welling in my eyes. Brian took the knife and slit
open my shirt and tossed it aside to be left in ruins. He did the same to my
pants and I lay there with only my panties and bra on. I was now sobbing my
heart out, for I knew what they were going to do�rape me.

�Stop
crying, someone will here you bitch, you filthy little whore!� screamed Brian.
The next thing I knew was my stomach, legs and arms were being sliced open. I
stopped crying eventually but only because I had ran out of tears to cry. Brian
then flipped me and did the same to my backside then took the knife and cut off
my bra then my panties�

~*~*~ End of
flashback *~*~*~

I was stripped
of innocence; they raped me and beat me, leaving me to die that night. I don�t
know how, but I managed to get to the hospital. The doctor had told my father
that I would not live
because of the amount of blood I had lost. I was an
inch from death but miraculously, I survived. I believed that I have my mum to
thank for that; my guardian angel. I have scars all over my body from the
incident. I set up walls around my heart and encased it in stone to be touched
by no one. Ever since then I had let no one in my heart, I hate
love�with a passion and no one can ever change that. I felt warm tears glide
freely down my cheeks, to this day my heart is stilled pained prodigiously.

�Rave are you ready yet? It�s been twenty minutes.� I rubbed my
eyes and mentally kicked myself for allowing the accursed tears to fall. I
wanted, no, needed to be strong.
Sniffling I replied�

�Yeah Dad I�m
just putting on my sliders, be out in a sec.�

I stole a
glance at my clock and it read 5:45, we had to leave at six in order to get
there by seven, warm-ups were an hour long, this was to be my last year playing
softball before I headed off to England to study the culinary arts. I put on my
flip-flops, grabbed my bag holding my diary, CD player, CDs, favorite book, and
my mum�s picture and stumbled ungracefully out of my bedroom.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I looked at
the clock in my car, it read 6:47, we
were still thirty minutes away from the fields. Dad and I ended up leaving
fifteen minutes late because Dad�s car had a flat tire, go figure. My Coach,
Mr. Sid, definitely was not going to
be happy. Oh well, with the mood I was in right now, I didn�t really give a
damn. I was in a slightly better mood though because I got to drive my
brand-new car, a royal blue mini-cooper with a white stripe down the middle, a
present from my Uncle Darren. It was originally an English car however was
bought by BMW and entered America. It is the tiniest car
but it fits me perfectly; fast, obnoxious, sassy, and enclosed, I love it! I turned on the radio and it
blasted Tom Petty�s Learning to Fly.

�I love this
song!� I yelled to Dad sitting on my right. He looked at me with a look that
clearly stated turn it off or I will rip out that damn thing myself,
highly unlikely I thought but I did it anyway with a mumbled �sorry�. I stopped
at the red light and took a quick glance at the back seat to check what I
brought softball bag�check, cleats�check, necessities bag (held my book, CD
player, CDs, diary, and picture of my mum)�no check!

�Shit!� I
yelled.

�What, what?!�
my Dad yelled in a panic.

�I forgot my
necessities!� Dad Rave looked at me, knowing what my �necessities� were.

�Oh, Raveyn,
don�t do that, you had me thinking you forgot something important.�
As soon as he said that, he realized it was the wrong thing to say and kly kly
tried to cover it up.

�Ah, I mean�er�I meant�you know, you�re bags or cleats, that�s-�

�Dad, how
could you say that? You know how important that bag is to me, it has
mums picture and my diary in it! I won�t be able to play without knowing
they�re there. I must�ve left it on the counter; we have to go back an-�

�No! No, not
this time, you will not go back, between the first and second game you
can as you have three hours to kill, got it?�

�Yeah, I got
it.� I said almost inaudibly.

Now I
was in a downright come near me, say
anything and you�ll get your head ripped off mood, not a pretty sight. My
necessities bag meant the world to me. �I�ll
just do as he says and go after the games.� I took another glance at the clock, it now read 7:05. I sighed
unconsciously and tried to make the best of my situation�nope didn�t work, my
situation sucks right now, I guess I�ll have to live with it until I get my
necessities back, it was then that I realized Dad was talking to me.

�Huh? Oh sorrad cad could you repeat that? I wasn�t paying attention.� He sighed at me.

�Rave, I know
that you are upset, but please, try and focus today, this is the state
tournament, meaning whoever wins the championships earns the title of Junior
Olympic Pennsylvania State Champions! I need you to be in a positive,
happy, and upbeat mood. Please, do it for yourself if not for the team. Look on
the bright side for a change, think of others and not yourself, cup half full
not half empty, remember?� I knew he was right, but whether I tried or not I
knew that people would just assume I was in a bad mood, no matter what I did or
how I tried.

�OK, now at
the light up there make a left onto Sunset Road, go straight a little ways,
then turn right onto Upper El-Eleven - no Elven
Road, yes, Upper Elven Road; hmmm
what a strange name.�

�Upper Elven Road? What�s with the
name?� I asked as I was reminded of the Hobbit and the Mirkwood
elves which just so happens to be the part I was at now.

�I don�t know,
anyway, you�re ten minutes late and Coach Sid isn�t going to be happy so you
better hustle your butt into warm-ups got it?�

�Yep.�

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Thirty
minutes after game one

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

�Well, that
was a fan-tas-tic game.� I said, my voice
dripping with sarcasm. I was alone in my car on my way back home to get my
necessities. The previous game we played a team called The Atrocities (our team
name was The Banshees), but we won, amazingly enough, and as I expected, I played
terribly. I played shortstop for four innings then catcher for three, catching
went great as it�s my number one position. Shortstop was, well, to put it
nicely�a nightmare, every ball that came to me, which was�oh�about all of them, I missed, luckily my coach
made up for it by putting me in to catch and our team made up for it by using
our outstanding offense. I told my coach that I needed to go and cool off a bit
so we agreed that I could take a ride back to my house to get my necessities,
as long as I was back an hour before game two started. That was good,
especially since I was home already. It took me half the time coming home than
it did when we left earlier today, most likely because I was doing ninety on
the freeway and had my CD player blasting in an attempt to make me feel better,
it worked. I pulled into the driveway and parked the car. Putting the keys into
my coat pocket, I ran inside to the kitchen and to the counter, on top of which
I found my bag. I opened it to make everything was there CDs�check, CD player
with batteries�check, book�check, diary�no check, picture of mum�no check.

�Oh shit,
damn!� I checked my bag thoroughly but to no avail. That picture and diary were
really important to me so I had to
find them. My mum died three years ago. I felt tears sting my eyes as I thoughboutbout it but I did not allow them to fall. Mom and I had been very close and I
was devastated when I lost her. My Father, my twenty-one year old brother, and
I were devastated. The diary had been a present from someone, I don�t know who.
My father had given it to me saying �This
diary has been in the family for generations, yet it has never been used. I
wonder why�well, now it will be yours and I hope you�re able to write in it.�
I told him I would, but I actually haven�t yet. The diary is too pretty to
write in. It is a affluent, sapphire blue with elaborate silver motifs that
bordered it; I just had to find it.I sprinted up the stairs two at a time to my room. I threw
my clothes around and lifted my covers up and made my room look like a bomb had
hit it, then I found it, it was in my other coat pocket, ugh, I mentally kicked
myself again, I am such and IDIOT! I
sighed with relief as I looked down lovingly yet sadly at my mum�s face. I left
my room and went downstairs to repack my necessities bag and walked out to my
car, opened the door, and got in. I reopened my bag and got out my CDs and
book; I popped in my Anastasia CD and skipped to track eight to play my
favorite song, At the Beginning by
Donna Lewis. I turned the car on and backed out of my driveway.

��and life is
a road and I wanna keep going now and forever
wonderful journey. I�ll be there when the world stops turning�� I couldn�t help
but sing along because it put me in a good mood.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
1 � hours
later on Sunset Road�
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

�Shit!� I
yelled �Not good!� I had been sitting for ten minutes, in a line of cars,
because of an accident I guessed after seeing an ambulance go by. �Ugh, that figures,
my typical luck, Coach Sid is definitely not going to be happy about my
lateness.� Sine I was probably going to be there a while, I reached over and
picked up my book. I had started it last night and I was already at the part
where the company gets captured by the Mirkwood Elven. I opened it and began reading. After about ten
minutes, the line finally began to move. I was on the last sentence of the
chapter when it was my turn to make a right on to Upper Elven Road. I really wanted to
finish the chapter so I read and made the right turn blindly�then it all went
black.

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A/N: Hey
all! Review and let me know that you are out there!! PLEASE???!! I spent hours
writing this�just take a minute to write a review�even if its one word�thanks!!
Chapter coming if I get enough reviews!
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