Take for granted all you get, and get in return more than you could ever offer. I whimpered at the thought. The cold salty tears that were so familiar dripped heavily down my face, I stopped in my tracks and sobbed at the thought. Not even she had cared, nobody did. Logan hadn't cared, my mother didn't, neither did dad. My heart cracked in my chest at the thought. I wish someone had cared. Then maybe I wouldn't be like I am today. At least I have him. It was such a rough chance, him choosing me over the others, but I'm glad he did. I don't think I love anything more than him now, or ever had. I'd die for him, I had died for him. I let my body hit the floor as I let out a wail, my body convulsing as I coughed, my body lurching forward. I hate this, why was life so cruel? Why was love so hard? Why were feelings so... Pushed? My heart thumped and pattered in my chest, my lungs gasping for air as I let my body shake heavily, another spasm of coughing rushing through me. I let my hands move in front of me, my nails that had once been rough and jagged now smooth and curved, the once black casing crippled and ruined by constant negligence had been removed, now just a smooth nothing at the base of the nail. My hands smooth and calmed, the cuts from my wrists now vanished. My frown vanished from my face, a smile now stretching over my face.
Maybe life here can be beautiful.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa
im only telling you that this is my part because im like pumped i get to write about myself lmao yas nigga
Picture test... You liek? Should i do that for all of dem?
Yes?
Yes.
~Kia
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Room of the Discarded
Mystery / ThrillerThe savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned...-MCR Black Parade <3 HEYOOOO A story im actually keen on finishing? no way, Kia! Yes way. This story is about a group of eight people, (one of which being a guy. Hehe...) All brought together...
