☠︎・・・・・・☠︎・・・・・・☠︎︎ ・・・・・・☠︎ 　 "𝗔 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗔𝗼𝗯𝗮 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝘀𝗮𝗶 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 (𝗟/𝗻), (𝗬/𝗻) 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘁 𝗟𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂." ☠︎・・・・・・☠︎・・・・・・☠︎︎ ・・・・・・☠︎ 　

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

"Just remember, if we get caught you're deaf and I don't speak English." "You're over thinking this, trust me. We won't get caught," he says with a smirk as he scans over my face, staring at my lips for a moment until stopping when his eyes meet mine. I smile back at him. ~~~~~~~~~~ Wish I could say that a lot of people cared for me. That was what I always said till I became a sophmore in high school. ~~~~~ "You wanna know how I can tell when your lying?" "I'm not lying!" He says exasperatingly. "You have the habit of staring at my lips whenever you lie. As if looking for me to call you out on your lie," I say smirking at him. "You ever think that maybe that's just because I just want to kiss you?" ~~~~~~ You ever read a book that makes you wish you were the main character, despite the struggles just so you can feel that fear that the author tries to describe? Well, that's what my life has turned into. The flames start to rise... And I dance through them as best as I can... though in the end, I fall... And the flames consume us all... But I'm the only one that burns...

in which the poet that once resided in my soul is now gone