Breathe. Just breathe. There's approximately 2,248 students in this entire school. One third will be absent, one fourth faking. Only 544 in the sophomore class and you only have to sit with roughly 93 of them. Breathe. Kitrine was only 5 when it happened and when her life changed forever. Now there's only one person to save her but does she want to be saved?

Starting the new year with lyrics that didn't make it into any songs by my band Follow Four XM/ Trapping September to stay updated!

A bunch of random horror/creepy stories/poems written by Me.

"Arah." I look up. My name being the only thing I have left. All I know for sure. "Don't make me take the pills anymore." I say, barely even a whisper. He looks straight into my eyes. He's the only one who's stayed, who wants me to recover. Yet, I'm not even sure I want that. "I promise you," He holds my hands against his chest, "If you trust me now; you will fall. But you won't hit the ground alone."

What if reality itself is a figment of one's imagination and you have simply been asleep all your life?

"See, there's this ache inside me. Like a million bees are having a blast. On my pancreas. Except its not my pancreas. It's my heart. And it fucking sucks."