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ControlYou took my actions
You took my words
You took everything
away from me
You took my everything
Can't you see?I'm infected
I'm just another sleaze
Can't you see?
I'm dying from the inside out
All I wanna do is shout
Hate is seeping from my pores
Can't you see?
Chapter TwoThey walked along the tracks until they reached a large, black cast-iron gate. She tried calming her nerves with a sigh but it wouldn't help any.
With one hand, he pushed open the gate. The sound of the old metal creaking broke the thick silence surrounding them as well as causing a flock of crows to flutter away from the warm roof where the last bit of sunset shined.
The pair walked through the clear path past countless numbers of waste and debris had been degrading for years. When they reached the heavy cement doors, she stopped dead in her tracks.
"It's okay," he tried, attempting to get her over her fears and worries surrounding this place.
"No, no," she shook her head, "there's something wrong, terribly wrong. I can feel it."
But in reality, her instincts had betrayed her. There wasn't anything wrong. There were no familiar black cloak-clad guards waiting behind the massive doors with weapons to seize these curious trespassers.
All was still. All was quiet.
And the old bricks call
Chapter one"I don't think I should be doing this." The wind blew slightly past the two standing on rusted train tracks cutting through a deserted town center. He'd found her earlier sitting on the curb looking as though she'd just witnessed a murder minutes before.
Maybe she had.
"Don't worry," he reassured her, "I won't let anything happen to you."
"Are you sure?" The question hung dryly in the air for a few moments. "Of course."
She signed, turning slightly towards the old, nearly dilapidated building she'd been trapped in hours before.
"Alright," she finally agreed. He looked down upon her nervous face. She bit at her bottom lip as her eyes anxiously darted around.
"But we have to hurry," she said sternly this time, walking shakily toward the mess of orange bricks that made up this ominous shape in the distance.
"We HAVE to."
blablablaMy hair's a mess
but I could care less
These sidewalks my feet bless,
as I walk past the houses filled with people at rest
to meet with my love
Above me shines the golden crest
As my heart tremors beneath my breast
This excitement burns within my chest
to meet with my love
UnreturnedEven though you say I do,
I know for sure that it's not true
Because I know I mean nothing to you
In the way you mean everything to me.
DeadI am numb.
I have no emotion.
It feels as though someone has taken a kinfe,
carved a huge hole into my chest,
and ripped out my very heart.
My real, feeling, pulsating heart..
And then they just left me there
To bleed out all my emotions
represented by flowing, scarlet liquid
in a massive puddle around me
forever unable to be put back inside me
that hole in my chest didn't remin completely empty
it is now partially filled with hate.
Hate mostly for myself
hate partially for the rest humanity
none for the world.
I am numb.
I have no other emotion.
Pretty DisasterWeighed down by fear
Feet becoming heavy bricks cememnted into the dirt
Their complex veins turning to stone
My stomach twists and turns in unruly knots
Only to split apart and tangle like cluttered webs
Churning harshly against my unstable body
Now my face is red
I'm almost completely dead
All painted up with fear
I Don't Love You"Your hair smells nice." I smiled lazily into his chest, my grip tight around his waist so he couldn't get up again. His drunken slurs swirled in my head, realizing neither of us would remember this tomorrow. I sighed as I rolled over onto his back, eyesight becoming fuzzy from the darkness of the backyard. Oh, and the alcohol. The grass was so soft. Itchy as fuck, but soft. Then suddenly footsteps were coming towards our awkward spot in the grass. When they stopped, they were soon replaced by laughter. Drunken laughter, that is. There stood the girl who supplied us with what made us this way. She collapsed beside us, basically just as intoxicated as we were. Oh and did I mention it was only the second day of spring break? Shit. i should've explained the day from the start. Forgive my clouded thoughts, my dear. Ahem, anyway.
"You guys should m-make out," Naty said, giggling at the two of us practically on top of each other in the long, green grass.
Creepypasta x Depressed!Reader - ZombieI frown looking at the small red droplets covering the bottom of the bathtub. Hearing three louds knocks on the bathroom door makes me look up from my wrist. I didn’t even hear him coming down the hall. Who am I kidding, I never hear him when it most matters.
But I hear the now, going back to the living room. I hesitate for a moment, cleaning up the tub and pulling my sleeves over the soon-to-be scars. I exit out of the bathroom, cigarette smoke instantly filling my lungs, making me want to tear my skin off and cough so bad that it makes throat ache. But I can’t. He is already standing there, eyes narrowed, making his face look much older than it actually should. I walk up slowly, aggravating him more.
He probably wouldn’t have been this angry if Vanilla was here.
She had left a few weeks ago, all while killing our mother. She was just abusive as our father, maybe worse. The police were called before she could get to our d
Eren Yeager x Reader One-Shot: His Hero
Being forced into training after being attacked by the Colossal Titan has caused all Hell to be released into Wall Maria and threatens all inhabitants of Wall Rose. It's only been two years since you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were pushed in the Trainee Corps. Just being there the first day was harsh enough to drive people to their limits, sending them back into the fields to work hard labor. The sincere intimidation from Keith Shadis had shown the wretched truth as to why some people had signed up in the Trainee Corps in the first place. It made you sick to see that people joined only to live in the luxury of the Military Police Brigade where none of them had to face the horrific creatures known as Titans. You, on the other hand, were planning to join the Survey Corps where you would be serving a purpose; whether it meant you would lose your life the next day.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?!" Keith continued on with intimidating the Trainees as he w
UnableEmily leapt out of the car as soon as it was stopped and her fidgety hands could undo the seat belt, she excitedly ran straight over the lush green verge and into the pebble-dashed sand. Falling to her knees she clamped her hands around fistfuls of the warm little stones and threw them, delighted, into the air. The beach! Emily loved the beach, she had loved it her whole life. It was her second favourite place to be (after her pillow fort with Jennie, her polar bear teddy).
Emily’s Dad scooped her up off of the sand and held her upside down, making her shriek with laughter. He scolded her for running off but she knew that he was as happy as she was to be back at the seaside, so she laughed until he put her down again for wriggling too much.
Right way up again Emily scampered up and down the golden sweep of beach front looking for the absolute perfect place to watch the tumbledown waves of water. Emily knew her
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
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