If you can see them, then you're already dead. If you can hear them, then you're not far from it. If you can smell them, like the forest they live in, then avoid danger at all conceivable costs. Because they're the monsters in the shadows of Harvey Hill's forests, and their king needs his queen.

she was a girl who came with a lot of baggage who just happened to fall for a boy who was too scared to speak. all rights reserved © 2014 | awemichael {completed}

dreamy nicotine and deadly chemicals cloud my vision on this lonely night.

[au] a fateful tragedy in which a broken girl with a desolate heart meets an unceremonious boy amidst learning that pain has changed them into something they never meant to be.

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)