This story contains, Self harm, Thougths about death, blood, and low self essteem. Things can go right for a while, Things seems fine, We smile, we play, we can hide beind a mask but for how long? We cant keep this up for long you know things alway come around and hit you right back twice as hard. Why try? These people are not your friends but you can jsut play for now though just keep that in your mind. She shook her head and wispered "Get out of my head"

Tomas Mussolini has always got more than he had asked for. Be it wads of cash, sports cars right out of glossy magazine pages or even get hot top celebrity chicks on his bed. But then one day, came along she just like a gust of wind. Like a cold breath all of a sudden, which collided with the glass of his life. And just like the fog created, She was the magic to his once absurd life. She was the tranquility to his restlessness. She was his fulfillment. She brought him a new meaning. And then, Just when he began to relish his new life. The new him... Just like how the fog created, fades away in a heartbeat... And then, she disappeared.