"Nessuno è davvero libero, nemmeno chi può volare lontano. Neanche tu, e te lo dimostra il fatto che siamo chiusi qui e non possiamo andare da nessuna parte. Siamo tutti prigionieri di qualcosa." - Suicide Room. Dodici persone in una stanza devono lottare per la sopravvivenza, sottoposti a torture dovranno suicidarsi, chi non muore sopravvive. Persone distrutte che hanno perso tutto e forse perderanno anche l'unica cosa a loro rimasta, la vita. Nota dell'autrice: la storia è stata scritta quasi due anni fa da una me piccola e cretina, dunque, soprattutto i primi trenta capitoli, sono scritti malino e la storia non ha un grande senso logico. Un giorno, quando completerò la storia e proverò meno repulsione nei suoi confronti, la correggerò e riscriverò in modo decente. Chiedo venia.

[TRIGGER WARNING! This story contains content about depression, mental illnesses and sexual assault, I am not making fun nor making a joke out of these things they are very serious topics!] "So, I never knew your mom was a hot milf." He laughs and smiles at me. "I kind of missed your jokes." He states pushing me softly causing me to tilt over on his bed. "I missed you abusing me?" I joke as I sit back up, then we both stand up and head out of his room. "You're cute." He laughs sitting on the black leather sofa and pats the spot next to him and I accept his offer gracefully. I feel ten times better that we had our talk. Because avoiding him was hard and sucked. "So what do we do now?" I ask as I scoot extremely close to him trying to make him uncomfortable but instead he catches me off guard and wraps his arm around me and cuddles me. "We kiss." My eyes shot to his beautiful pink lips. "I'm teasing you Donut. Unless you want to kiss me." He wiggles his eyebrows and I slap his chest and laugh. Even though I kind of did want to, but we've just became cool again. Bryson was starting to grow on me, romantically. ******************** A few months after a escaping an abusive father safely with her mother. Donatella Mackenzie has to start her life over in a new town with new people. Trying her best to stay out of trouble she becomes friends with high school heart throb Bryson Evans who has a past with the meanest bitch at their school, Ashely David. Ashely has it out for Donatella as she feels threatened by her friendship with Bryson. In the mist of finding out what happened between Ashely, Bryson and a guy named Tyler Donatella finds out some very shocking information that changes everything.

They wanted to put an end to his gang. They had a good plan. A plan that should work. But they forgot that his gangs a nightmare and he's ten times worse.

Alone and caught in the darkness of her foster home, Lilah is parentless and afraied. Her abusive foster parents and sister, Lilah tryies desperately to hang on to hope that her parents will come back. When she went to a new school, everyone thought she was a freak, all but one, the queen bee`s boyfriend John. Rumors began to spread around school and she`s clueless about who`s starting them. On top of all that, John wants to keep her on the low. "I just don't want you to get hurt, I don't want your sister to start anything because we go out." He says. My heart sank like a ship getting swallowed by a rageing sea. "She's not my sister." I say with tears in my eyes. How dare he call her my sister. A sister doesn't lie on you,and hit you. A sister doesn't tell you to kill yourself because you are nothing. Maybe I am nothing. Maybe im nothing to him. Im just tired of life, tired of myself. Why me?