Behind This Mask (Vanoss Fanfic)
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  • Reads 5,041
  • Votes 178
  • Parts 20
  • Time 3h 50m
Ongoing, First published Apr 10, 2019
Mature
Not my art (my original cover got deleted and I'm trying to bring it back. Sorry!)

This YouTube channel, Vanoss..what does it mean to others? Fun and Games? Maybe a desperate cry for help, that no one will ever hear. I am screaming, and the ones on the microphone can't hear me. I have this habit after every recording session and it gets worse within every joke and fake smile I make. 
Fake it till you make it..right?

-WARNING. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE TOPICS OF SUICIDE AND SELF HARM, AND HAVE DEPRESSION, PLEASE DO NOT READ!-
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?