COMPLETED ((((SEQUEL))) BOOK ONE: https://www.wattpad.com/story/24924786 BOOK TWO: https://www.wattpad.com/story/31634785 Finally after almost three damn books, Sapphire realizes relationships aren't a strong point in her life. Whether it's her best friend, her parents, her crush, or...Tre? It seems like life couldn't get any worse for her, but wait until she gets exactly what she wants. Be careful what you wish for... (((drug use, profanities, emotions)))

How did we get this far? We were young. We were stupid. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't supposed to last this long. She was searching for an escape. I was looking for hope. We found each other. In me, she found her route. In her, found my peace. If I lose her, I lose my world, my everything. She is the only woman I will ever love. Signed, Billie Joe Armstrong

She, Scarlette, could give you a list of reasons defending her decision to end her life. She could go on and on about how it isn't fair that her foster family is looked down upon by the community, all because her brother is gay. She could tell you how hard it is to focus in school because of the bullies. She could tell you how much she feels like a burden to her foster family. She could walk right off the edge of her high school's roof, too. But she can't. From his house across the street, high-school drop out Gerard sees her on top of the school. He races over to her, and gives her an ultimatum: step away from the edge, or he'll jump after. How could she be responsible for his death? All he asks for is all of Spring Break, two weeks, to convince her that the world isn't better off without her. That there are so many things for her to live for. As she agrees not to end her life that night and to give him two weeks, she truly begins to live. Even when she's put to the ultimate test.

Isabel meets a boy at University who she's instantly attracted to. But he seems to have other ideas...

Four years on, Isabel and Gerard are still living separate lives. Gerard seems to be happy in his new life, but Isabel isn't. Does Gerard still love her? Or is it too late...

Rylee Stump was adopted when she was young. That fact made for her possible to meet her friends: Mikey, Frankie, Ray, Gerard and Bob. They go to the same high school, and share the best moments together. Ry starts having feelings for one of her friends; her friend loves her back but, will they ever tell each other? Is this going to end without even starting? (In this story, I use dashes instead of quotation marks, and let me tell you why so you don't have to point it out: I am from Spain and in Spanish dashes are the most common punctuation marks used in dialogues. When I wrote this, I used them because they were the punctuation marks I was most comfortable with and I honestly don't have the time nor feel like changing them now.)

I promised her that I would do what makes me happy, and I did. And though she might be a secret to others, the song that she left, and all her ideas, created something spectacular. You see, she's not really gone, and alongside with the band, her idea would remain forever.

I look at him, and I can see the round, salty and wet tears that are streaming down his cheeks, and I know that it was me that caused them. As I realize that, I feel awful and weak. How could I let this happen to him? And where is my heart since I am not by his side to comfort him? Now I really know how he must look at me every day Warning: Strong visual language Self-harming Suicide Suicide attempt Cussing Sexual references Note: I know some of the facts aren't right, but I have chosen to go with what works best with my story. No hate please. This is my first story. Oh, and if the grammar and sentences are bad, I apoligize for that. English isn't my native language. I hope you enjoy it

AVISO: Não se pode levar nada do que eu digo a sério.

Remember when we were just two hormone-crazed teenagers? Two kids, just discovering our rebellious souls, facing the world alone. Remember Tre's couch? The memories we made on the worn-down, dusty, ragged thing? Staying up all night, laughing about absolutely nothing was one of our favorite things to do. Remember that night we got drunk for the first time? The sloppy, yet long-awaited kiss we shared? Never would we have guessed that those late drunken nights, full of laughter and talking about almost everything, those cheap-liquor-flavored kisses, that one time I slurred the words "I love you" would take us this far.