Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel if you're locked in a cell.

These are little quotes, poems, etc that I'm writing about depression, cutting, and other various, seemingly dark things. These constantly pop up in my mind, so I've begun to write them down.

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What have I done?

My name is Isabella Lovato-Valderamma. Yeah, it's a mouthful so I usually just go by Izzy... The kids in school have other nicknames for me; Slut, Whore, Fatass, Btich, Emo, Attention-Seeker... it's all true of course. Why would they sugarcoat it? I bleed to feel and I don't eat to be perfect. I can stop anytime i want, and I will... once i'm perfect. You want to know the rest? Read on. I only have one rule... Don't tell mom.

Cassandra and Lydia, Princesses of Ginia. Ginia, a small republic, led by King Franklin. He has led a revolution in Narnia disrupting the peace, so the Kings and Queens have come together to re-unite there world, before division destroys them all. Lydia a mermaid living in Ginia as Princess get found out and is banished for being Narnian, Cassandra rescues her and together they run to Narnia. They meet the kings and queens and agree to help them. Cassandra and Lydia are now the only thing standing between Narnia and there continuing peace as one nation. Will they save this world or go down in the revolution as some of the first victims?

Drabbles about these two couples.

"NO PLEASE STOP!" I screamed as i got backhanded in the face over and over again. "Shut up, the neighbors will hear you!" She yelled in my face as he hit me one more time, extra hard. "Please," I said in no more than a whisper. "Okay I guess we're done for today," she said with one more sock in the face. She unbuckled me from my chair and stalked up the stairs with the same neutral face she always has. I just stare at her slender back as my face starts to burn with tears. And then i wonder the same thing i have every night for the past ten years... Why does my aunt love to beat me?

Once Mitch turns 18 he moves out of the house and into an apartment. He is an A student at his collage and is loved by all. But ever since he turned 18 he's been feeling uneasy. Like someone is watching him. Watching everything he does. He even sees shadows lurking around his apartment. (I still suck at descriptions) Language/ some smut

I have written and have ownership of all the poems posted in this collection. Poetry about love and life.