welcome to block f, a place where you can make a hole in your wall just by punching it. cover by @misfit_logan

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

in which the number fifteen could very possibly save a poor boy's life. © calbain || lowercase intended.

After Jaylene Irwin's father died from a certain accident, she meets a mysterious Luke Hemmings on top of a funeral building. A year had passed and she finds him in the exact same spot wearing the exact same clothes. :: cover by osnapitzemmie ::

"Mama, we all go to hell." (Cover made by MediumMix)

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

Just when you think everything is okay, it isn't.

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.