Thesuicidegirl Stories

A girl who wanted nothing but to fall. A boy who knew nothing but to rise. Cheryl Faun and Tristan Tanner had their differences. Knowing each other since kindergarten, the two never really communicated properly. Or, well, Cheryl pushed Tristan away with any chance she got. A regular day to them would be a faceless girl trying to commit suicide, and a sunshine boy rescuing her before the gates of hell. In the past 12 years, nothing changed. Absolutely nothing. And when something happens, something completely outrageous and compelling, the two are pushed together closer than they've ever been before. Too close, maybe. But, this didn't change anything. It COULDN'T change anything. Right? If fate had other plans for them, could everything go TOTALLY wrong? Obviously... ~~~ "Stop.. trying to kill yourself!" He retorted. His eyes closed, and he began ranting. "I don't LIKE it when you think it's a good idea to KILL yourself. I don't LIKE seeing you in pain. I don't LIKE saving you because it breaks me every time your eyes seem to lull me to sleep!" I still couldn't say anything. His hands grabbed my face, and I felt him leaning in even more, his lips a mere centimeter away from mine. His eyes were still closed, but I felt a pain behind his breathing. Every small twitch and shiver from him sent a lightning bolt down my spine. He was holding up a wall, and wouldn't let anyone tear it down. My hands moved up a little, and I grabbed his arms. Water was streaming down my face- I couldn't tell if it were tears or the ocean- and he opened his eyes. The emerald green met my grey eyes, and I looked at him, letting him stare at the fallen tears. "If you hate it that much," I whispered, "Leave me here to die." Tristan's eyes gleamed in response, and he leaned over, saying, "As if that'll ever happen." [SEQUEL: LOADING GAME] [ DISCLAIMER: This concept was developed during my middle school years. I understand how underdeveloped the plot is. ]

Loading Game... Building Sceneries... Creating- romance? Parallel. It's a common word. You can probably hear your math teacher screaming that word in a kid's face, can't you? However, that won't be the case here. This is about parallel worlds. For Meredith and Lukas, they didn't find that out so quickly. Bullied and shunned for being the daughter of two famous and quite elite people, the students in Meredith Tanner's high school drove her off the cliff, resulting in therapy sessions once a week. Lukas James was in a different situation. He dropped out of high school (which disappointed his parents) and became a YouTuber, live-streaming games of generation A to Z. The two depressive teenagers didn't expect anything to change. She would continue therapy and never recover from the bullying and screeching suicidal thoughts, remaining as her high school's social outcast. He would continue to disappoint his parents by streaming on YouTube for attention instead of getting an education like his sisters. That's until a game changed their lives. "Parallel". The game was released, becoming #1 on the top gaming charts, which fancied both the teens' interests. Lukas was requested to play this game upon his subscribers. Meredith was requested to play this game in hopes of raising her socialization. However, something behind the game was unlike any level to pass- something dangerous. One game. That's what destiny was betting on. Two individuals. That's what destiny pitched in on. One unfortunate love story. That's what destiny never calculated. ~~~ "Love is a game, Lukas. You're barely making it past Level One! This isn't a labyrinth, stupid. It's a straight hall with different doors, and you keep opening those doors and refuse to walk forward." "I refuse to walk forward..." I repeated in a murmur, hanging my head low. She's right. I keep telling myself I can't go there; it's off limits. But I can see the end of the hall.