Pistanthrophobia, The fear of being hurt by someone you love. The brain is made with different parts, The hippocampus Is responsible for storing all your memories, The ones you wish you could forget and the ones you wish to remember. I often find myself in a position where some parts of my brain fail to work. The cerebellum controls movement, But I cant seem to move, I cant run away or fight back. The cerebrum controls speech, yet I cant find myself able to talk. Those parts of my brain seem to be failing me, Why couldn't it Have been the other parts, like the primary gustatory cortex The part allowing me to taste my own blood, or the last increments of mint toothpaste trapped in between my teeth. Even the temporal lobe, the part making me listen to my own sobs, the slurs of a man who once loved me, and the sound of his foot colliding with my ribs. Then we have the medulla oblongata, Probably the most well known of them all. The thing that's keeping me alive, the thing that making me breathe, the thing that's slowing down with every punch, every kick, every scratch, slit, pull, bruise.... All caused by a man, who once or at least should have loved me. 19 Year old Amelia Watson has been held captive inside her own 'home' all her life. windows locked, doors shut, and days on end without food. when her father and his girlfriend go on a trip for their anniversary, only then could she breathe. She had a little over a year to herself, Away from the monsters that force themselves into her life and the thoughts that she might end her own. As she finally freed herself from the chains she was locked in only then would another monster come for her, But maybe this one was actually her saving grace.

He tips my head toward his with his index finger, keeping my eyes trained on him and driving me crazy with the primal look on his face. His grey eyes look heavy, filled with dark desire, and a shock runs up through my core. Everything around us disappears and all I can sense is him and the hardness pressing between my legs. "What are you doing to me, River?" he whispers, his voice raspy and utterly captivated. His face is lowering and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for soft lips to press against mine. My whole body is on fire as I hold my breath for his touch. ♔ Everyone in River Avelle's hometown knows about Grayson Maddox - the troubled badboy who almost killed another student in the middle of the school hallway. Those who look into Grayson's eyes only see pure fury and hatred. They all think he's beyond redemption, even Grayson himself. But not River. As the seemingly perfect good girl, River saw something more in those alluring grey eyes. Something worth holding onto. From the first time their eyes connect, both Grayson and River feel the intense, undeniable attraction between them...but neither of them understand what's pulling them together so fiercely. The closer they get and the more vulnerable they become, River has to wonder: is she saving Grayson from his darkness? Or is she just pulling him further into hers? ♔ cover by : @strayinspace