Please Don't Leave Me He clutched the guitar to him, as if to make himself believe that by holding it as close as he could, he could stop the last echoes of the song she had played from escaping. He closed his eyes, trying in vain to hear the words again, even though they ripped him to the core. The metal of the strings resisted his grip, digging into his hand, but he didn't let go. He wouldn't, couldn't let go, not until he could hear the last remnants of the chords that she had played. He wanted to cry, to scream, anything, but he couldn't. He was frozen, torn between a hatred of the way her words made him feel, and his love for her. He wished with all his heartPlease Don't Leave Me by ~cuteiswhatiaimfor-x
What a Wonderful Thing What a wonderful thing a wedding is…How beautiful, how charming, the union of two people who love each other unconditionally. The bride is ecstatic, and so is the groom, though he would never admit it. Its brilliant is it not, a celebration dedicated to joy and love? Who thought that up I wonder?What a Wonderful Thing by ~cuteiswhatiaimfor-x
Too bad it's raining, raining on their parade. It extinguishes their candles, pouring down relentlessly. It brings with it a cold chill, making the guests shiver. How ironic? Maybe they should reschedule to a day when the weather will match the emotions of the bride and groom and not those of the insignificant girl in the
The End, or Whatever Skyler practically ran to school the next day, not even taking the time to see if his hair looked alright in the mirror. He got to school way earlier than he expected, and there was nothing left to do except wait, and wait, and wait.The End, or Whatever by ~cuteiswhatiaimfor-x
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James walked to school slowly, not even bothering to turn his music down as he walked through the gate. He didn’t know if what he had done with Josh was right, but he had done it anyway, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
He decided to go to English, and he sat at his desk in the back of the class. He looked on as the rest of the class filed in, incl
The Abyss There is an abyss.The Abyss by ~cuteiswhatiaimfor-x
It is dark and seemingly never-ending.
A girl stands at the edge and looks over, into the emptiness.
It is warm, that was not expected. I thought it would be cold, dark, but instead it is inviting and vaguely familiar. It is like an old friend one has not seen for years. Like looking at someone and recognising them but not being able to put a name to their face. I turn around, the world is so uninviting. It is a mean, mean place. There is no honesty, not truth, just lies and deceit and people who say one thing to your face and another when you're not around. They stab you in the back and leave the knives there. My back
Fear Fear. What is fear? Fear is something that everybody has to face. Fear is something that comes in many different forms. There are irrational fears, like a fear of heights, or a fear of spiders. There is the fear of embarrassment that makes you feel like everyone is staring at you. The fear of being rejected by the one you love. Although those fears are something we despise, the one we loathe most of all, is that fear that gets us twisted up inside, that makes us think the worst of a situation no matter how small. The fear that danger is lurking outside your home, that makes you paranoid, that makes you think there is something in your room, gFear by ~thelittlekittykat
Fair Warning To A New Cutter After the first time you do it; you're practically hopeless.Fair Warning To A New Cutter by ~aliehsnadroj
It's not something that anyone would want to get into.
If you have already, and nobody's caught you, don't let them.
Humiliation.
Unacceptability.
Bad influencing.
Don't get caught.
First, you'll get the threats.
"You know, I have to put you into a psych ward now?" - Dad. It never happened though.
"Why would you ever want to do this to yourself?" - Step-Mother
What does it matter. I am me. You are you, right? WRONG.
Don't get caught.
Living on a Prayer Amy stepped through her door and closed it behind her after cheerfully greeting her father. Closing her eyes, she exhaled shakily and allowed her bag to slip off her shoulder. She could feel her emotions rise up in her throat and she felt physically ill. Amy collapsed onto her bed, which just had its sheets changed and smelt pleasantly of ‘Ocean Breeze’. Amy took a pen form her bedside table and her relatively new diary out form underneath her bed and flipped it open violently. Finding a fresh page, she began to write;Living on a Prayer by ~Jelly-Mel
Oh God! I don’t care that I’m taking His name in vain, look, I’ll do it again! God! God! God!! Th
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