No one understands my art. No one understands the beauty of blood streaming from skin. The dark, rich liquid against porcelain skin is perfection. No one understands, but I will keep searching. I try and show them, but they never understand. Then, they have to be terminated. But I will always keep searching.
This is an old version. I am slowly rewriting this. Please wait to read that one. It'll have some of the same chapter outlines but way better writing. It'll also have more characters and hopefully be more in depth as well as be longer and have a different ending. He thought he was a bad boy. She thought she was a psy...
Sawyer Dawson ran away from a dangerous home only to be caught a couple months later. She is forced to stay in juvie waiting for a guardian who she doesn't think will come. However, an unknown grandmother does, and pretty soon Sawyer is starting over in a new town. She decides to just keep to herself, but that's pret...
"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." - Bob Marley Life for Lacey Carson hasn't been a straight road into paradise. Struggling with the death of her mother, her abusive step-father, and love for music and freedom, she's torn about who she really is, and who she's become. Growing up with a n...
Ellie is a part time stripper, she's not proud of it, but it's what she does for money. It pays the rent and food, so all in all, it isn't that bad. She's hired for a job for someone's 22nd birthday party, and obviously, she goes. How else would she keep her job? When she shows up, she finds it's none other than Dan H...
