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Fighting Thrasher Jones by juliannav135
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DREW ELLIS painfully remembers the parents who suddenly left her in the care of her older brother after a car accident ripped them from her life, and she also remembers the haunting memory of her brother clearly. It had been roughly two years since he had tragically passed away. Truly alone, Drew has no choice but to move in with her alcoholic, abusive boyfriend. BENJI WALKER lives alone in solitude and hardly ever leaves his apartment. Despite graduating from high school a few years earlier, he has yet to immerse himself in preparing for the real world. Depression threatens to ruin his life and he resorts to alcohol as his saving grace. Witnessing Drew's boyfriend's verbal attack on her from the balcony of his apartment, Benji saves the frail girl and promises her a place to stay as long as she doesn't ask him any questions. Will Drew be able to keep her mouth shut and not ask questions? Or will she abandon Benji once she finds out who he really is? WARNING: This story deals with heavy issues, such as depression, abuse, and suicide. Please be careful if these could trigger unwanted emotions from you.
Like Hurricanes by live-artistically
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Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]
funeral boy by weepies
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He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]