Her mother is embarrassed of her. Her father doesn't care about her. The rest of her family thinks she's a bad influence on the little ones. Society thinks she's a freak. She gets bullied at school for what she wears and listening to the wrong kind of music. Out of all this her best friend still thinks she's perfect, inside and out. She wants to get away from all the judgmental eyes and she's knows the perfect way. Suicide. She'll never commit it and leave him to defend for himself even though he says he'll be fine. But once she gets pushed over the edge, she goes as far as faking her suicide, with the help of her best friend. Jess and Ronnie have finally escaped judgmental Ohio and eloped to Rhode Island. What will they discover with their new found freedom? *Revising* DO NOT READ THIS OMG THIS IS THE MOST DISGUSTING WRITING I HAVE EVER DONE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Have you ever wondered what would happen if a Life Note was dropped in the human world while Kira was killing all the criminals? Have you wondered what would happen if it was picked up by someone who wanted to stop Kira? *I do not own Death Note or the idea for the Life Note. I got the life note idea from Smosh and I thought it was awesome. Everything in this story is fictional and isn't true. I also have no idea if shinagami love apples.* *cover made by me*

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.