Theirs a mental institution, for traumatized kids. These kids need to learn to live again. For some, it's been ten years. For some, five. But all of them were broken. Some have no hope left. Some have no will or motivation. Others still have seen too much. But it's been three years, and no new kids have come. No ones left, or healed during this time. Things have been going okay, progress has been made, and things are looking up. During the past three and counting years, the kids have grown close, and learned to cope better, and look out for each other, creating a home for themselves. They go to school, and visit other places, and do more things than they could before. They care for each other. Their a family now. So when a new kid comes, that no one can get to speak, or do much, what happens? This green haired kid, who has seen hell and back, who barely reacts to anything. Can the others help him heal? Can they heal? Maybe even one day, can they learn to relive and enter the world once again for themselves?

ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟, 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕛𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖? 𝕐/𝕟 𝕃/𝕟. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕄𝕣. ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕞𝕒𝕟. ℍ𝕦𝕙.... 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕕𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖... 【︎Completed】︎ 【︎Angst】︎ 【︎Short Story】

This was wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. Why did I let them talk me into something like this? Usually people who rob banks go to jail- oh god I'm going to jail. My eyes wandered over all the workers and other people currently on the ground. I then stared down at the gun in my hands; the one Mace had all but thrown at me. My chest started to hurt as I stared at all of the scared and innocent people... this is the worst time for my asthma to act up. Carefully putting the gun down, I dug in my pockets for my inhaler. Once I finally found it I noticed a pair of bright green eyes staring at me. "Cat Eyes!" Mace screamed at me, before he grabbed my arm. "My inhaler!" I yelled, about to turn away when he yanked my arm. "Leave it!" He growled as we ran out of the bank. The other guys were running ahead of us, as sirens were heard from the distance. Once we were all inside, I tore my mask off as the others laughed and cheered. I guess this is what my life has become, failure.

When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

He hasn't said a word in years... His voice though, is a work of art............ I was inspired to write this when I read about a chorus in Australia which is made up of stroke victims. Although most of them can speak some and singing is a way to help improve their speech, there are some individuals who can sing but not speak at all. I hope you enjoy the story.

Keegan is a boy who loves affection. He's usually quite peppy and excitable, but everything in life has turned against him. He ends up locking away his emotions and making himself distant from the world, trying to avoid further suffering. He's left a shell of his former self, struggling to get through life. He decides to take time away from his abusive life by going on a week long school trip to collect his thoughts. He is placed in situations he couldn't have imagined. Theo is a laid back jock. He can come off as aggressive and bossy, usually around his friends, though he has a heart and can be quite kind. His life is hectic and full of annoying people. His parents are inconsiderate, his friends are clingy and loud, and the rest of the school sucks up to him, which he doesn't received well. He just wants to be left alone. After deceiving his clingy friends he snuck away on the school trip, hoping he could finally get some peace and quiet. This trip would hold some surprises for him, and maybe even change his life. What future will await these two? Are they destined for greatness, or despair?