coma ; joshler

"Why is this happening?" "This is my fault, isn't it?" "Why couldn't it be someone else?" "Why won't he come back?" These are kinds of questions he would ask.

Human Wreckage -MCR Fanfic-

-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean oxygen, my eyes straining to see through the grey haze. Once the smoke...

the broken

the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying