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| ~ Chapter 1 Part 1 ~| The one day everything comes crashing down    (Y,n) (L,n) walked out the door, closing it behind her. She took in the breath of an autumn morning and began trotting to school. She could already feel the sting of her back hitting on of the metal lockers in the hallway. She rolled her eyes in annoyance thinking of the pathetic names her attackers would give her. They weren't even that bad. They were just lame insult that she walked away from. But, they continued to come back and annoy her everyday. She sighed, with slightly angered gust that came with it. She listened to the clicks of her shoes as she continued to walk

School festivals. They could be great or terrible. How ever you looked at them. This year wasn’t going to be that bad right? You see I was really, really shy. My friend, Blue, was trying to get me out of my shell. She was determined since she said I had a bigger shell than a Crustle. She said that I needed to be more open to get guys to like me but I was just too shy for any guy to like me. Today she and I were going to go threw the haunted house. Never a good idea first off. It was filled with Ghost types, zombies, skeletons, and all of that stuff in it. They also put in bug types because most of the girls were afraid of them. Mostly

"Poppet, do you remember your first strike?" Oliver asked as he combed your hair. "First strike? Do you mean when I killed James with a baseball bat?" "I don't think so poppet~! That's your 5th strike~!" "5th?! You mean I killed someone before?!" "Just ones, but it was an accident~" "Who was my first one?" "Well, lets see~ When you were just a baby, I left you in the kitchen so I can get some ingredients for my 'special' cupcake. Allen was there so he decided to check how tough you are by giving you a kitchen knife. You end up stabbing him in the back though~" "Ouch." "Oh! And that time, Mattie tried to get the knife from you but you

|~INTRO~| ~*WARNING*~ ~*WARNING*~ May contain cursing It may be not as strong now but it will enhance later on in the story If you are sensitive to inappropriate language, then I recommend not reading it (Y/n) (L/n) walked down the wooden steps of the simple home she lived in with her mother. Her (h/c) hair slightly damp from the shower she had before hand. Her (e/c) eyes sparkling from the sunlight coming through the window above the stair case. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her mother smiled at her and she smiled back.                    "Good morning (y/n)! Are you ready for school?", her mother asked, innocently.            

Is it supposed to hurt like this? Is it supposed to be this suffocating? The silence is deafening, the walls are closing in and the darkness seems to be everywhere, even when he's awake. Surely it's not meant to be like this, like he actually...cares about this now. He doesn't. Why would he? He will admit this was all his own doing, entirely his fault, but honestly he had nothing to feel guilty about. They were just a thing that was there, a convenient relief constantly waiting at home, hoping, praying the next time he came home he'd love them, and he would never do so. He'd come home and they'd fall into their usual routine of cat and mouse