“Drop the gun, I’m here for you.” A voice says

I turn to see an absolutely sexy, amazing gorgeous, sexy, beautiful, sexy man.

He’s so sexy.

Yum

I want to eat him up.

“Naurrrrr” I say “I don’t wanna drop the gun.”

“Ugh you are so hot” he says. And then He kisses me and takes off my clothes. Then we wiggle around his couch and do things.

And then I woke up....

—content warning: suicidal thoughts—-

Pages littered the cream colored carpet, dead pens and empty post-it note packs decorating the deep green comforter. Music filled the heavy air as the notes danced with the voices and melodies. Bailey seemed to be running out of hours in the evening to study for her mid-semester exams that had been coming up within the following days. Her ability to focus ha...

It has been sometime.

Approximately, it has been 37 days.

I don’t think I would’ve ever said a word if you had the option to go on living.

I had all of these mixed up feelings, tucked away for good in the back of my mind.

I never wanted to imagine a world without your soul.

Our souls may not have been untangled completely, but I swear Ive never imagined a world you weren’t in, too.

I wish I wo...

I fell in love with Julie like how water boils. Slowly but then all at once. I knew she was everything I needed, and more.

I knock on the door to Julie’s house. Step back and wait. I can’t see any lights on, but I know Julie’s here. She texted me fifteen minutes ago, that she needed help. I would have come faster but Mom had me do the dishes before I came.

I knock again this time leaning towards...

“Drop the gun; I’m here for you.”

My heart beat is a drum in my chest that seems to vibrate in my blood stream in my ears. I blink a few times, my steps uneven, but I keep the gun up.

I can’t see. I. Can’t. See.

The only thing keeping me anchored from losing my sanity is the gun pointed toward whoever—whatever this person is, something at the edge of my mind urges me to delve into the familiari...

My hands are shaking. Now my legs. In fact, my whole body is going into overload. Pressed up against an old mop and a crusted bottle of bleach, I can hear nothing but my own heartbeat. That’s good, I’m alive. I’m alive. For now. My fingers dig deeper into the cool, silver trigger of my gun; the only thing besides this flimsy cupboard door protecting me.

Footsteps. I hear footsteps. Are they coming...

I stand alone in a dark room preparing to end it. I put the bullets in the gun and ready myself. I just want this to be over, suddenly light

floods into the room. I look over and see the reason I’m here. I loved her, I really really did. I guess she didn’t love me anymore it

used to be so easy she loved me, and I loved her not a question asked. Then it got rough, she started to question us and...

Isn’t life suppose to me awesome?

All my friends…they seem so happy. I appear to be the odd one out, I am quiet, lonely, ugly and sad.

Today I did not see a reason to get out of bed. “Why not stay in bed all day today?” No one will notice or care. I turned on my phone to see if anyone has messaged me, to see if anyone had missed me. Not one single message.

Wouldn’t it awesome to be happy? I...

(Sorry for a rushed failure.)

Jason crept through the darkened halls of the abandoned apartment complex, clutching his pistol as he rounded corners, not knowing who was in the house with him. As he went into the bathroom, he heard the front door being busted open.

“Conducting search now.” A female voice reported. Jason locked the door, and hid in the corner of the room, his leg trembling from th...

She’s always too quick to act and too slow to think, Linnett Kivone. I’ve known about her ways all my life (obviously, why would I not?), but her boyfriend or crush or whoever seems to agree with me.

Hardly trigger-happy, but she’ll go in guns blazing, scared for her safety — and ours. Sure, they’re Cruor, the lot of them, and it’s the most dangerous for her to stay with them, but murder will ne...