Mitch Grassi stopped speaking at age 14. He and his mother moved to a new city and Mitch somehow managed to make three friends. Now 17 years old, Mitch relearns speech. Unfortunately, demons from his past resurface and attempt to drag him down into the hell he swore he'd never go back to. { will contain: smut, bullyi...
as we passed the pool in the center of the motel, i studied how the raindrops made tiny splashes as they hit the turquoise water of the pool. i wondered what that looked like from under the water. what it would look like if i were actually drowning. [*WARNING: There will be triggering events and sexual content in this...
just some joshler one shots for you guys who like 5 minute heart attacks or can't commit to a full fanfic at the moment.