It really should go without saying that you shouldn't go exploring an abandon underground train station, but Ricky and Ghost just couldn't help themselves. What they find down there is utterly horrifying to even them. 18+ | Horror | Cyan | Ghorror

In a world where Stevie Marie Granger never learns to be bold, never leaves for New York, and never listens to Palaye Royale, She's learned to simply act big, so things don't hurt her anymore. Insults and disappointments roll off her, not leaving a scratch, and she knows that her life will never change. That is-- until her two best friends drag her away from her life of being cooped up in her room with a sketchbook at all times to a certain concert that leads to a drunk guy stealing her shirt. When the lead singer rescues her-- he doesn't exactly get off to a good start. Because rule #1 in this fiery girl's book: handle things on her own. •.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.• "You know, you're a real douche, you know that?" I growl through gritted teeth, continuing to hold my arms over my bare chest. Remington smirks. "You're not a piece of cake either, little ray of sunshine." "I wouldn't be a jerk if you were just a little nice." "Well, you've got no talent when it comes to the art of being nice either."

At this point, I had stopped trying to bring him back. No amount of prayers, screams, words, or tears could change the course of fate. Perhaps, our fate was set in stone. That we would never see our happily ever after, that all we would know was hurt and sorrow. -- There is a sequel to this story, it is titled "Eighteen, you can find it on my profile!

"We're the worst couple," Remington laughed, lacing our fingers together. "Just two suicidal kids trying to make it through life." "I like your scars," I said, tracing my finger over the lines of his skin. "They make you who you are." He flashed a smile at me. "Thank you, baby." If only I'd known a few months later what I'd be facing.