the heart rate of the mouse quotes. i do not own any of these, all credit goes to anna green.

You can't make a Church Boy out of an Atheist, but you can make a Bad Girl out of a Christian. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Brendon Urie Fanfic

"You left a legacy in me, something I could never forget, turning your name into taboo."

"What was the first thing you noticed about him?" "His eyes, they were a gorgeous rich brown colour that could captivate any woman to do anything he wanted within a split second. His eyes were a type of brown like sweet chocolate. The chocolate that could melt at the slightest touch of heated love. But then the sort of chocolate that can grow hard at the cold harsh reality or depression. I imagined that he could hold so much emotion and heartbreak very well from everyone around him... or maybe that's me" © JWritez 'This is amazing! This is the type of story I've been looking for xD my god' ~ @InsanelyHorrific 'I just want to tell you I love this story! I am so into everything. You're an amazing writer, keep it up' ~ @kittersisadorable Completed ~ 4.2.17

Call It An Obsession Book 2 Scarlett thought he was dead. And Scarlett thought she was free. But boy did Scarlett think wrong.

"Darling. We don't have a lot in common but we're on the same track. I've been a criminal all my life, and you're just starting." •••WARNING: LOTS OF UNNECESSARY P!ATD AND TOP REFERENCES••• also this is hella cringe because i wrote it forever ago

"Psychiatric hospitals, also known as mental hospitals and psychiatric wards ("psych" wards) when they are a sub-unit of a regular hospital, are hospitals or wards specializing in the treatment of serious mental disorders." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "You know," he whispered, "this entire world is insane. Just because I'm stuck in this asylum doesn't mean that I'm any crazier than you; maybe I just did what you're scared to do. Maybe they just ripped off my mask." A Brendon Urie Fanfiction Written by @abbiealltimelow

He stalked towards me, hunger in his once bright eyes, his body as rigid as a predator ready for the kill. With my back against the wall I searched for my escape, for even a glimmer of hope in this dark pit of hell; nothing. Here I was, face to face with what one can only describe as a raging psychopath, and all I could do was cower with my knees to my chest. In seconds a pressure wrapped its stinging presence around my throat, hoisting me from the floor until my tip-toes barely grazed the tile beneath me. Violently clawing at the fleshy fingers, I fought with every bit of strength I had. "I love it when you squirm. It makes it all the more thrilling." Hot breath caressed my ear, spilling the acidity of his words into my very core. "What happened to you?" I pleaded, trying to reach out to whatever part of the real him was still left. "Well, you see my dear, a lot of things can happen behind these walls." Cover designed by AnxietyAtTheBall, whom I absolutely love!