He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

When most people look back on their lives, they see that one defining event. The moment that changes everything. And my moment was him.

'The painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable and painful disease or in an irreversible coma.' Euthanasia. This disease was my life. I want to die, I want to die. I wanted to bleed out right in that bathroom, but he had to stop me; why does he even care? Why would Vic Fuentes, the perfect senior care enough to stop me dying. That's never enough of course, so can he really stop me wanting to die?

Title: Not like the movies at all Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth POV: 3rd Summary: "I never meant to do those things to you, Alex. You know I love you." Disclaimer: MATT FLYZIK IS MINE SO YOU CAN ALL F*CK OFF :)) Lol kidding. This story is just as fake as Nicki Minaj's butt. Ew. A/N: Mentions of suicide and character death. May trigger some cause i put too much fucking detail on it. So READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Please? I dont want trouble. You know I love you all. Okay? (the suicide here can be a little too detailed.) BTW you're going to have to read this [url=http://www.wattpad.com/story/7504796-desperate-measures]Desperate Measures[/url] because it's perfect and dark and creepy and just plain perfect and i love it so read please please :)) But don't read it if you're squeamish or something :) but it's too perfect. <33333

_SEQUEL OUT_Iris Angel had too many problems to count. She had abusive parents , she had bullies, too many to count, and too many insecurities. The list added on, but the hardest is when you can't defend yourself. When you can't defend yourself what do you do? You run. So she ran from her problems by living in a new apartment across town. Where sparks fly when Kellin approaches. Where they grow close, grow a relationship. But what happens when some one is stocking her, trying to get her back. She can't defend herself, So will Kellin defend her?

Sometimes people feel caged, or like they're trapped and can't get out. Iris Angels used to never be able to shake that feeling due to her horrible childhood with abusive parents a even being sent to a mental hospital. But after meeting the singer of Sleeping with Sirens, Kellin Quinn, she found a happiness she never knew she could feel. Her life was gold. But nothing gold can stay. Suddenly after something happened permanently change Iris' life, her health starts to become major issue. At least what's left of her health. With I practically living in the hospital it could only lead to sadness maybe heartbreak, maybe even peace...

Kellic in the teenage years.

"Well fuck you too, Paul!" I yelled as my Mom's boyfriend stormed back down the stairs. Boarding school? Fucking boarding school? What the hell are they thinking? Everyone knows that those shitholes are just full of dickhead guys and slutty girls. Well, I'll show them. Anything's better than staying with Mom and that asshole. Jack was pissed off with his family. They had sent him to boarding school and he WAS NOT happy about it. But when Jack meets Alex, who may be an even bigger ass than his horrible step dad, will his luck change? Trailer for this fic: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sc0_6dVX5G8

Hi. My names Lizzie, I'm 19 and I have no friends what so ever. Why? Because I'm an outcast. No one seems to like the way I dress or the music I listen to. All through high school I had death threats posted in my locker as well as on them, I was pushed and tripped, and so on. The list goes on forever. I've come to the fact that no one will ever love me, not even my own family. My parents ignore most of the time I'm home and give all their attention to my 16 year old sister, she's the perfect daughter I could never be for them. Although I got straight A's at school, and she's getting B/C's, she's the most popular girl at the school, something I could never be. I don't let all this stop me from going to concerts, oh no. Going to concerts of my favourite bands are the only time I feel like I fit in. That was until I went to a Black Veil Brides concert in Los Angeles, California. A group of kids decided to surround me during Black Veil Brides set, they would call me names, and occasionally shout stuff out to the band. But then they take it to the next level. They hit me. So read this story if you dare to find out more about my shitty life, why everyone hates me. But most of all, what happens after the Black Veil Brides concert. (This is a story I have recently started posting on Mibba.)