Scars (Dave Story)Warning: Self-harm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I put the razor back into the drawer, shoving it closed angrily, not caring how loud it was. I could do anything, Bro wasn't home. When was he? I sigh as I clean myself off in the bathroom, I can't have blood every where. Bro wouldn't notice if I had shoved my wrists in his face and yelled look but I cleaned for my benefit, I don't like having a mess. I didn't cut my wrists before, no that was the obvious place. It meant you were an attention seeker crying out for help, for someone, but that isn't what i was doing. I used to cut my legs, but when I found that the wrists hurt more I quickly switched to that and started wearing long sleeves. No one questioned me surprisingly. It was the middle of spring, but I wore winter clothes ironically.It was just my escape, a way to fill the void inside of me. I prefered not to talk about it, talking never helped.Another day of me hiding iin the corner, eating by myself, and w
The Walking Dead PEWDIECRY! Part 3Chapter 3New Problems, Old MemoriesCry was glad to know the Pewdie's weak spot was food. Means no matter what , coyote and rodgie berries were the answer. Pewdiepie was laughing and blushing and being himself again. It was just another afternoon when a knock on the RV door made both, Felix & Ryan, jump. Felix gets brave and decides to be the one who opens the door. He slowly opens it. He sees a tiny dark-skinned female child with amber eyes that had a gray sort of tint, but were full of terror. She pushed the door open and fell onto the floor, yelling, "CLOSE IT! CLOSE THE DOOR! CLOSE THE DOOR! HURRY!" Cry stood there in shock for a few seconds, then close the door as he began to hear the moans of the walking dead approaching. Cry backed away from the door, still in shock. As the zombies continued to pound at the door, Pewdiepie took the young girl into the kitchen as he fixed her a cup of rodgie berry juice. Felix walked to Ryan, insisting "Hey, maybe we should get going.
A Solution For Jealousy - Rachie (English Lyrics)Once again a conversation telling who you likeAll I wanna do is run awayEven though every single word is captivatingThis irritating dayGuess I shouldn’t be surprised, I’ve always been this wayBut I just can’t seem to get it off of my mindIt’s hopeless anywaysGuess I should apologize for loving you, it isn’t rightNot like I could have to courage just to tell youOnly thing that’s true is that I really love youNot like I’d tell you if I even ever tried toI’m sorry for thisI can’t cheer you on, I just hope it goes wrong!I’d be happy if it goes bad for you bothPraying for something horrible to comeAll because, I guess that’s who I truly amOut of bed, sleepy head, it’s time to go to classAll that I could think to saySuddenly, blushing with a wink ‘cause it’s a secretIt’s so unfair to see thisAll that I was working for was floating up aboveJust like Panda and a Milk could make a whit
Walking Dead PEWDIECRY(Don't Worry Bout It Cry)"Psst! Felix!" Felix stirred and moaned an annoyed moan, before drifting back to sleep. Moments later, he heard the whisper again. "Psst, Felix!" The whisper said Felix strangely. Fell-ix. That sounded strangely like....MARZIA! Felix shot up out of his deep sleep, his eyes wide as he looked around the room. He looked over to his side, Ryan wasn't there. Clementine was no where to be seen either. Felix looked around the RV, it seemed to be ominious midnight blue, with a full moon illuminating it only from a small window. Little magical specks seemed to float around, almost like orbs. It's beautiful, Felix thought to himself just before he spotted her. Marzia. She was standing off on the other side of the room, looking at Felix with a sly smile across her face. No, not her face. It was different. She was pale, eyes were not as bright. She wasn't like what Cry shot in the forest, no not quite a zombie. Just as if she were a picture, and the color was washed out. She had bags under her eye
3 Years (JohnLock)It's been 3 years. Each day I expected some improvement, some sort of feeling besides grief and depression. Each day I was greeted by disappointment when none of my dreams were ever even close to coming true. Not without him.Attempting to ignore everything that was telling me I should just lay down in bed for the rest of my life, I got up today and was currently on my way to get some coffee. I had fancied coffee when he was with me, but now it's far more than an addiction. It was like him with his cigarettes, he couldn't live without at least one a day. Nicotine patches didn't help at all. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, expecting to see a text from him telling me to meet him somewhere, as this was a daily thing. I still pull out my phone every day and expect to see "New Message from: SH" but no, it's empty now. Nothing, there isn't anything from him anymore. How could there be? He is gone. I sighed and shoved the phone back into my pocket, and pushed into the cafe. I looked