"No no, it wasn't your fault, I'm ok that's all that matters, but if it hadn't been for him, I don't know what I would have done." I said, trying to convince her that I was okay. "Who's he?" Brooke asked as she gave me a blank look. "I don't know, but Brooke, I need to find him. The way he looked into my eyes I felt something. Something real.", She rolled her eyes at me sarcastically. "I'm serious Kirstine. I've never felt something like that before, even with Aiden.", I admitted truthfully. "Caroline, what makes you think it's going to be that easy to find him? You don't know his name or who he is friends with. I believe you, but if you ever are going to find him it's going to be through luck." she said sympathetically. Barry jumped up from the couch just as I heard a knock at the door... Disclaimer: This story talks about a lot of heavy topics, regarding mental health, trauma and assault. Please please assess your mental health and stop if you need to. We are in no way trying to romanticize or misrepresent any of the disorders represented or explained in the book. This is our first book and we hope you will bear with us as we navigate this experience; please let us know in a kind way, if we misrepresent any topics as this is all a learning and growing experience for us. There is dark material and mature content, proceed with caution :) Also, these characters and storylines are all fictional and any relation to real-life events is purely coincidental... enjoy! Trigger Warning- Disorders- DID, Anxiety Disorder, OCD, BPD/NPD, compulsive/pathological lying disorder, Insomnia, ED

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*