18 year old Nicole goes off to collage in Utah, far from her family and friends in Florida. With the loss of her father, silent mother, and getting into an abusive relationship, Nicole becomes depressed. She wants to die. She sees no purpose in life anymore. She tries to end it. But someone always saved her. Without him she would be dead.

Zoe, Madi, Oli, and Scar have tickets to a Pierce the Veil concert. AND THEY HAVE BACKSTAGE PASSES, TOO. OMFG DIS BE 'MAZIN. Everything seems to be going great until they get to the venue. Shit goes down, people fight, and what the girls get in the end is MUCH, MUCH better than backstage passes. SOMEHOW, the girls end up going on tour with the band. My first attempt at a Pierce the Veil fanfic, lots of humor, some drama, teen angst, bullying, self harm WHICH MAY BE TRIGGERING, drug use, etc. JUST BARE WITH ME. IT MIGHT BE GOOD. I DON'T KNOW. BUT IF YOU READ MY CREATION, CAN YOU GIVE ME FEEDBACK? THANK YOU, DEAR READER. I LOVE YOU c:

Daryl Dixon and Beth Greene find love in terrible conditions and find their safe haven and way to happiness in such a dangerous, and dark world. Currently in the process of rewriting and beefing it up. Highest ranking #152 in daryldixon & #15 in bethyl $ #1 in bethanddaryl

Her first name was Violet. Then came Allison, Shelbie, Ambrosia, Tori, Miranda, and every other name you could possibly think of. Even after so many years of slaying vampires, Violet doesn't want a normal life. All she wants to do is continue her job assigned to her so many years ago. Harrington High isn't making it easy for her. The geeks want to be her best friends, she's attracted the attention of her target, and the cheerleaders won't give her a break. As Violet dodges 'courting' attempts and not-so-harmless pranks, she realizes that not everything at Harrington High is as it seems- not even herself. *Cover by Apatheticalpacas*

"i miss you." © 2016

If only you've given me a reason to stay.

I don't really know just read the book and you'll find out

I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No". Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please". What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like. And for those people I wrote this.