My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.

"Having to make bad choices, doesn't always make you the bad guy."

"How could you ever love someone who causes you so much pain?" This is the continuation of "The Chase"

"Well, Miss Alice, Haven't you ever heard of Jack the Ripper?"

A boy never forgot about the things that made him crazy. He just watched them burn.

"7:15, that's our time."

Julie, or Jules, Hill was an old-fashioned kind of girl. She loved to read, she loved coffee, and one of the walls in her bedroom was made of bricks. She loved to listen to old rock bands that were around in the 80's and 90's, and she definitely loved the grungy look. But then she meets Ashton. A carefree, lovable cutie patootie. So basically, the two are nothing alike. He draws her in, and she can't escape. But does she really want to? (PLEASE DONT READ THIS IT SUCKS)

"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer

In which those jerks whom they used to idolize move next door. || © 2013-2014 beautylieswithinu || fanfiction #105 7·19·15