I had stopped for some reason. I don’t know why. Maybe I had just gone too numb at this point. The blood was on my floor, yet I didn’t feel upset. It was almost like I was meant to relapse. It was almost like this was supposed to happen.

I was lying to myself. Over and over again.

Someone knocked softly on the door. I blinked slowly, looking up, as though I had my door open. I blinked again, try...

“I was just trying to be what you wanted,” I said. “That’s why you actually liked me back then. Because I didn’t say anything, or do anything, that could potentially piss you off. I’ve stopped walking on eggshells around you, so now you realize that you have no control over me.”

I stepped forwards. “I was scared. I’m not scared anymore. I will tell the entire world what he did to me because I did...

“Camden!”

At the sound of my boyfriend’s voice, I froze. My hands, however, were still shaking, and I dropped the bottle into the sink. There was the sound of scattering pills before it all fell silent. I gulped, knowing I was in deep shit now.

“Camden.” Arian repeated, taking a step towards me, his voice stern. “What the fuck were you just doing?”

I knew my cheeks were flushed with embarrassme...

His breath was hot against her neck, his fingers were exploring every inch of her body, everything felt so right, maybe it was meant to be-

No. She couldn’t do that to him.

Cora grabbed his hand from her waist, causing him to freeze. Their hearts were pounding in their chests, in sync, as though the universe was telling them to keep going, despite the risks of it all.

She couldn’t. She couldn’t...

As soon as the door shut, all the anger that was built up inside of me spilled over. I clenched my fists and glared at my older brother, wishing years of pain and torture on him. The years of pain and torture that I endured when he wasn’t here.

“You don’t get to boss her around when you weren’t even there for most of her life!” I shouted. Michael closed his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of...

“There’s no way I’m letting you stay here when he’s acting like that!” I argued, throwing some of his clothes into my bag. “Grab your things. We’ll go to Easton’s. Or somewhere else. Just not here.”

Cam shook his head. “I can’t leave.”

“Bullshit you can’t.” I zipped up my backpack. “You’re 18. You can leave. He can’t stop you.”

He stepped forward, placing a hand on my chest gently, right on my ...

It was finally too much. Too much to keep bottled inside. Too much to keep lying about. I had to tell him. I had to tell him before he walked away-

“I LOVE YOU.”

Lyndon froze, his back going rigid as he stood up straighter. I swallowed my pride, knowing that I had to say something now, or I was never going to say it.

“I love you,” I repeated, silently begging him to turn around and look at me. ...

Sometimes monsters don’t live underneath the bed. They don’t live underneath the stairs, or in the closet. Sometimes, they live inside of us. They grow inside your heart and fester, much like a virus, and imbed themselves into your brain until you are the monster, and you’ve lost your true self.

At that point, are you better off alive or dead?

It didn’t matter. Right now it didn’t matter. Nothin...

“Cam, please,” Arian begged. “Please don’t fight us. I just need you to be okay.”

The smaller boy jerked his head, taking another step towards the ledge. “I’ll jump! I will!”

Everyone believed him. How could they not? Cam had already tried to end his life once- what stopped him from trying again?

Oh. Arian had.

The battle with Cam’s mental health had been a struggle for years now. Arian had bo...