elizabeth koshy is a patient in a mental institution, or "asylum", david is a security guard, but as it turns out, he's even crazier than she is... but every joker needs a harley quinn, right? - - may contain triggering content: murder, mental illness (and straight up insanity), (brief) mentions of self-harm, cursing, and probably some psycho smut

oneshots about David and Liza!!

***NOT RECOMMENDED FOR THOSE WHO ARE TRIGGERED EASILY*** This FANFICTION Book contains very mature themes, language, and scenes to do with Mental Health and other possibly triggering situations. You have been warned. David Dobrik is a 16 year old Boy in High School, and having to deal with Love and Relationships, Friends, Grades and a Girl who's in Trouble. Liza Koshy is a 16 year old girl in High School, left alone to deal with her Inner Demons, as well as faced with Family Issues, Money Troubles, Failing Grades, Bullies, Risky Behaviors, Love, and Trust. Will anyone come to her rescue? Or will she be left alone to Burn?

this is my first book and why not dedicate to my two fav people.

i haven't updated in years so don't read if you expect more. i suck, i know

SEQUEL TO OUR FIRST SUMMER an unexpected death causes liza to return home to all her friends and family that she hasn't spoke to nor seen in years and what she's most anxious about is how people will react when they meet who's accompanying her on her trip back home.....

After a year of shutting people out because of a tragic accident. Liza is finally ready to open that door. Little does she know that she'll soon wish she hadn't.

"Why are you cleaning my hand?" David unexpectedly asked. "I don't know. Maybe I am a nice person." I said. I honestly have no idea why I am doing this. I never help him with anything. Then it hit me. I know why I am doing this. Justin isn't here to catch me so my mind is making me help him since I won't get caught or hurt. "Why were you pummeling that guy's face?" I casually asked while I finished up his hand. "He was saying things." David simply said. "What type of things?" I asked. "Things you don't want to know." He stated after sighing. "Just tell me." I said while I started to get annoyed. "Maybe I don't want to tell you." He stated. "Come one. It can't be that b-." I started before I was cut off.