Runes To My Darkness
- Reads 49
- Votes 0
- Parts 5
A young boy walked slowly through the woods, tears flowing down his face like a waterfall. Music blasting from his earbuds as his pace quickened. "But I still know your Birthday and your mother's favorite song" As the lyrics played a pond came into view.
No one understands. They think it's just a game... They don't know the reality.
Falling to his knees the boy would continue to weep. All he wanted was to fall asleep. There would be no peace for him tonight. The demons, his demons. They taunt him every night. They boy let out a scream, birds flying away from the noise, squirrels darting through the brush.
No, they would never understand him pain.
This is suppose to be a sad story, this will be the first time I try to keep a story going for a while and if you read this I hope you enjoy it!
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
This Place (boyxboy)
I'm just lying here in stillness and darkness wondering why. Why did this have to happen to my mom? We have nothing we can't even afford a house. Here I am a 14 year old boy that lives in a shelter home. Mom says one day we'll get out. But I've lost all hope. And I know my mom has no hope either. If she did I wouldn't have to hear her cry herself to sleep at night. I hate seeing her in so much pain. I wish, I could get a job. Maybe since I'm younger and a boy they'll hire me. Who am I kidding? My mom's in her 30's she's not old either. Sometimes the idiots that run this place kick my mom out for the night because she's making too much noise after hours. My mom was crying; is that too hard to understand? I hate this place. Well, tomorrow's our first day apart since summer started. They're forcing me to go to high school. I'm okay with school but I don't want to leave my mom alone in this world. Well, I guess there's a better chance of me getting a job if I'm in high school. You know there's one thing I remember my mom telling me when I was young. "Never frown; you never know who's falling in love with your smile." Words to live by. Let's hope they help me tomorrow.Complete
The Worst Of Me(Treebros)
COMPLETED! (SWEARING, SELF HARM, SELF HATE, ATTEMPTED SUCIDE, HOMOPHOBIC SLURRS AND ANXIETY ATTACK WARNING) First day of senior year! What could be better? (Stop looking at me like that, Connor, it was sarcasm!) Evan was nervous. Extremely nervous. He looked around the school lockers. Who was that boy with shoulder-length way brown hair, a black jacket and jeans? He saw him somewhere. He knew he did. Connor hated school. Absolutely hated it. School was hell. But, something is different about this year. It has something to do with that cute-no not cute-boy with blond short, a light blue polo shirt and khakis. Has he seen him somewhere before?......Definitely. (Cover is not mine! I don't know who made it, but it is awesome!)Complete
Hurt •Niam•
Niall was constantly made fun of by his family, friends and piers about his weight,appearance and personality. They always claimed it was teasing or playful critic. Didn't mean it hurt any less. Niall was 11 when a blade was drag over his skin.He was smart about it,cutting when he was alone, leaving cuts over his thighs. Never did Niall get to comfortable, always wore sweatpants.The weather in England was perfect,never did he have to wear shorts. Liam is a typical high school student,got fairly good grades,his friends were nice people;idiots at times but still nice people. Niall is at the park, sitting in a tree.Looking out at the sunset,his mind going blank. Liam,a boy he only knew from math class,call out for him.Noticing the tree was old and slightly unstable.Niall jumps as he hears the voice, the tree tips slightly. "Please come down"He yells "You'll get hurt." "I already am "Niall whisper ~Written by Niamlovechildren~ *i legit made this when I was 13 so it's so cringy and emo.So stop commenting relating to the cringe because I'm over all of the things mentioned, thanks :)*Complete
My Patchwork Child
'Listen, Bean.' First time he's used that name. I thought it was sweet. 'You've struggled through way too much. You've done the unimaginable. You've survived something many wouldn't have. At such a young age. You've made it through something no one should ever endure. But, you did it! And now, I'm here. And I'm going to protect you like you were my own fucking sister, or even daughter!' He looks straight into my eyes, and it's a shock to see a tear fall down his soft cheek. He's crying for me... 'So, you don't need to be scared anymore. I'll catch you if you fall, Misty.' He tightens his grip around my hand, refusing to break the strong gaze between us. He smiles sadly, 'You don't have to struggle anymore, kid.' (Mature cause swearing and younger readers may find some scenes upsetting)Complete
Niall's Biggest Secrets
omg, i wrote this and middle school and I'm cringing so hard. I'm so sorry oh my god. All of Niall's life, he was insecure and bullied. To top that, he also had Dyslexia and he was depressed. Now Niall is in One Direction, but the pain never ended. It only just began. ~Niam story :)Complete
Sit Still, Look Pretty || COMPLETE (Book 1)
My hands instinctively move to his hair as I fall into a bliss of pleasure. His lips trail from my jaw to my shoulder, making my body burn and tingle. "Mmmm." I moan softly, pulling at his hair. He slowly lays back on the bed, taking me with him. "I like that sound." He smirks, making me blush. "Shut up." I whisper, making him chuckle. I lean down and take his lips in mine, cutting off his laugh. ************************************** Riley is a 15 year old girl who has had a tough life. Her mum hates her, her dad is dead, her ex is an abusive, egotistical dumbass and she is forced to work as a model with her ex's close friend. Her world is tipped upside down after arriving in NYC with her mother and sister for a photoshoot. This is where she meets Noah. Tall, dark and handsome, exactly what she needs to chase the monsters away. Except, what if he is one? And what if they are destined to be together? ♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧♤♤♧ Started: 9th October 2017 Finished: 12th April 2018 In this book, there is mention of Anorexia, depression and sexual harassment. (Mature content - 17+)Complete
Silence
@RANDOM28lol contacted me with a story idea where they asked if they could write the poems in the story. I didn't feel like I could write the story they wanted me to but I asked them to send me one of the poems. The poem inspired me. ❤ So I suggested another concept of the story and they agreed. All the poems in the story are written by the talented @RANDOM28lol. Harry has lost his voice. He has been mute for years. Ever since his family was brutally murdered in their home. He suffers from PTSD and survivor's guilt. Thinking that not allowing himself to talk somehow honor the death of his family. It's a lonely life. He has no one to talk to. Doctors and therapists have given up on him. He writes poems as a way to express how he feels. He also writes at work. Running the gossip section of The Sun is something he despises but he's a journalist and he needs a job. No one tries to talk to him at work either. It's his own fault. But he hates how they go silent and then whisper about him as he enters the newsroom in the mornings. He keeps to himself. Until the new sports journalist catches his eye. Beautiful. Blue eyes. Wonderful smile. To his surprise, the man knows sign language and he's also determined to talk to him. Life as he knows it changes. It's scary. Will he be able to actually overcome his trauma? Be something more than a bystander of his own life? Warnings: Trauma, death.Complete
Killian
"I lost him, he's gone. If I'm not careful I will be too" -------------------------- He looks healthy now. His cheeks are rosy red, his lips aren't cracked. He looks good, he looks his age. But I still don't know why we're in the hospital. Alone, no, We're stuck in the room, his face pales. Like the day we got the news. No, wait what's happeing, His eyes, his body, his smile it all fades. I'm not ready, not yet. I just want to hold him one last time, give me one last chance to say goodbye. Just one more. "Sophia" Not now. I just need to say goodbye, let me say goodbye. "Sophia" I turn around, my hair is in my face, he's dissapeared, where is he. I frantically look around me. I'm in darkness. Empty, darkness. "Sophia" No, I had him. -------------------------- Killian Miller died four years ago. Leaving his sister Sophia Miller to grieve. What he hoped didn't happen, happened and now she has completely lost it. She isn't living anymore, but she's surviving. Each day harder then the other. August Stead comes into her life. Will he be able to help, will he be able to love again? -------------------------- Started: 27th July 2020 Completed: 12th October 2020 Editing completed: 27th December 2021Complete
I'm just lying here in stillness and darkness wondering why. Why did this have to happen to my mom? We have nothing we can't even afford a house. Here I am a 14 year old boy that lives in a shelter home. Mom says one day we'll get out. But I've lost all hope. And I know my mom has no hope either. If she did I wouldn't have to hear her cry herself to sleep at night. I hate seeing her in so much pain. I wish, I could get a job. Maybe since I'm younger and a boy they'll hire me. Who am I kidding? My mom's in her 30's she's not old either. Sometimes the idiots that run this place kick my mom out for the night because she's making too much noise after hours. My mom was crying; is that too hard to understand? I hate this place. Well, tomorrow's our first day apart since summer started. They're forcing me to go to high school. I'm okay with school but I don't want to leave my mom alone in this world. Well, I guess there's a better chance of me getting a job if I'm in high school. You know there's one thing I remember my mom telling me when I was young. "Never frown; you never know who's falling in love with your smile." Words to live by. Let's hope they help me tomorrow.
More detailsContent Guidelines