WARNING! This story involves depression, suicidal stuff, bad language and is rated mature. I only want to spread love but this story will explore many bad sides of life as well. Read at own responsibility. ♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛ It's no secret that most teenagers are angry at life and hate most things. But me? No, I didn't. I used to but I couldn't be angry anymore, so I just shut everything out. I couldn't keep hating everything, mostly because I used it all up way before I was even 13 years old. So when I decided to place myself infront of a speeding car, it wasn't because I was angry at the world or the life I lived, because I had accepted that. It was because I'd had enough and I'd done my time in this place. I was tired and exhausted and I just wanted to close my eyes and never open them ever again. And that should've been my choice. Not anyone elses. Especially not Isaac Northon.

This is a story that I've seen many people ask for. I'ts simple, romantic and just different. This story contains one main character, William. William doesn't need a description. He is exactly what the reader wants him to be. Whether he be short, tall, blonde or brunette, it's all up to you and your wild imagination. William hasn't gotten the chance to meet you. The more you read, the more you get to know each other. Think of it as a blind date, with a fictional character. Have fun an good luck!

**I started this when I was 11. It's in the process of being edited** Avery Collins never knew her older brother was in a gang. That was until they moved back home. She now goes to a new school and catches the eye of Austin Gray the leader of the gang her older brother taught. He's dangerous, charming and attractive, but he's a player and his priorities seem everywhere else but on a girl. Avery tries to stay away from him but Austin wants her and only her.

Alors que l'avion entame doucement sa descente vers le sol, je regardes par le hublot la ville qui s'agrandit peu à peu. Le stress monte. Cinq ans que je ne suis pas venue ici. Alors que les maisons grossissent à vue d'œil sous mes pieds, je ne peux empêcher mon cœur de battre plus vite. Il cogne contre ma poitrine à m'en faire mal. J'ai le souffle court. L'homme qui est assis à côté de moi s'en rend compte et me demande si j'ai besoin de quelque chose. Sa voix me paraît comme un lointain écho, et je lui répond un vague "non, merci.". Lorsque l'appareil touche le sol, je sais qu'il n'y aura pas d'autre échappatoire. Je le savais en partant d'Angleterre, mais cela devient maintenant une évidence...