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.

The wild life of a goth girl. No one knows or understands the life of this girl. Her name is Willow. She grew up in a shotgun house downtown on the crazy side. No telling where that is. She has one Brother and one Sister. Both treat her like she isn't there or doesn't belong to the family. She self-harms, not knowing why, but because it makes her feel the way she wants to. She is very outgoing, always hanging out with friends; always journaling and always partying when she can. She is a "goth girl" and here's her story of her life.