If it wasn't for one faulty clasp, Jack Barakat and Alex Gaskarth would have been nothing more than another one night stand to each other. If Jack hadn't been rushing to college, they never would have met properly in the daylight. If Alex hadn’t had to get to work early, they never would have fallen for one another. If the pendant hadn’t caught the light, they never would have torn each other apart. But on that day, late January, that seemingly insignificant piece of metal did break. Jack was late. Alex was forced to be early. The sun shone at the right angle. And that made all the difference.

I've always heard the theory that being in an insane asylum corrupts your brain more than the actual disease does. Never did I realize I'd live that theory.

The last thing anyone expected Kellin to be interested in was romance. Especially not toward a guy. Especially not toward a guy like Vic. What people don’t know is this: Vic and Kellin have history, and the kiss that Kellin gives Vic in the middle of the hallway is anything but random. That kiss could do nothing…but it has the potential to change everything. Cover made by @I_Sleep_With_Sirens!

One minute - that's all it takes for me to fall in love with the dusty blonde haired stranger and for Alex to be certain with the identity of his next victim - me. And there I was; drugged, tied to a mattress, raped, attacked and yet I felt guilty. It was my fault Alex was like this. I wasn't complying. I'd messed up his life and I need to feel sorry for him; he knows what's right and that's that I deserve this. I deserve this all.

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx

What would you do if you had found yourself in huge trouble with the law? There isn't much you can do and not much that can be done, something people need to learn the hard way. Kellin Quinn, a nineteen year old boy, tried to desperately run from the crimes he's committed but is caught when he slips up. Now he's being faced with a charge up to 5 years max in jail, locked in a cell with his mysterious cellmate Vic.

(Kellic) After an unimaginable tragedy leaves his family devastated, Vic Fuentes is forcibly admitted to J. Greenwood State Mental facility. With stone walls carefully built around his heart and deepest secrets he will never tell, he is trying to survive the war of abysmal hatred he feels toward himself and everyone around him. In a constant fight between mind and matter, he is struggling to stay in touch with reality. Even if it is against his will, he finally meets someone who begins to make him realize, everyone is their own kind of crazy. And maybe, just maybe, things don't have to be so bad [TRIGGER WARNING: PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED.] ‼️☠️🕊️‼️