Black Shoe Anonymous
- Reads 82
- Votes 0
- Parts 7
Ongoing38m
Last published Sun, Jan 11, 2015
"Teenagers are a toxic drink of depression, contemplating suicide, and angst. Jennifer Stone drank every last drop, and waited for it to start. And it did. The people she met, the people she loved, they will never be the same. You weren't living if you weren't with Jennifer, everyone knew that. She was so alive that in a sense, she was already dead. Jennifer Stone was the only person to make you realize that you hated yourself, but they all still fell in love anyway."
~ Black Shoe Anonymous
All Rights Reserved
#675
teenagegirl
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
(Book 1) - Our Perilous End - Emo Boy and Nerdy Girl Series
(Book 1) (Emo Boy and Nerdy Girl Series) (WARNING: Crude humor, suicidal, and/or violent scenes in this story. If you do not like or feel uncomfortable with those types of things, then please do not read.) (PG-13) (Completed.) ---------------- I'm not normal. She's not normal. This ill-fated relationship isn't neither. Our relationship is filled with regrets. Way too many to count. Many from me. Drugs, alcohol, pain, and–...Love. It's a shame that I just had to ruin it too many times. I feel as if it's my fault that I'm now imprisoned in my little world of darkness– Forever. It was my choice. Possibly the worst one I've made in my unfortunate life. I could only imagine what her's was like though– What type of hell I put her through this whole time we were together. I miss being alive sometimes– With the sunlight's warmth shining against my skin, and myself breathing, my heart beating. I no longer function the way I did whenever I was alive. I'm just stuck here in this little world of mine I call home now. While yet, she's an angel floating in the skies, I'm just an apparition that nobody notices. I'm becoming a psychopath it seems like... I'm sick of this world. I want to see you again, my Princess. Let me tell you the tale of the used-to-be–... Us. From both of our perspectives.Complete
Cacophony
Sydney didn't have much, but that was fine with her. She didn't need much. Growing up on the Washington coast in a lonely beach town, working quietly behind the scenes was what she was good at. Living on the beach was much less glamorous than most people imagine. Her home was a beat up old Winnebago that she had shared with her father until he passed. Her father had been a detached parent. He loved his daughter of course, but he was by no means an affectionate man. She had grown up fending for herself, working backstage at a bar that hosted live bands using a fake ID. After the death of her father she saw an ad for a guitar technician for a local Seattle band. A love of rock and roll had been the one thing that her and her dad had in common. Selling everything that she didn't need she packed up her pickup truck and travelled north to the city, leaving the sleepy town in her rear view mirror. She didn't expect to embark on what would become the adventure of a lifetime. For someone who had hardly left the town she grew up in, the opportunity to get paid to travel the country and listen to great music was a dream come true. The band became her family, and life on the road was a perfect fit for her. Chris Cornell instantly became Sydney's best friend in the whole world. They were in love, that was plain as day to anyone who paid attention. Yet, sometimes love isn't as simple as it should be. Sometimes, love hurts. Warning: This book covers potentially triggering subjects such as depression, suicidal ideation, domestic abuse, sexual assault, poverty and drug use. These are issues that many of us have faced and are very real. If you or a loved one is experiencing suicidal thoughts or abuse in a relationship, please reach out and find help. My inbox is always open as well!Complete
𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. ♡︎
"𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, " 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 "𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐦 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠."Complete
𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹 🤍
💧𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘅 𝗫 𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗹 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻💧 •🤍•🤍•🤍•🤍• 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 1988, 𝗠𝗼̈𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗖𝗿𝘂̈𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗯 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗮𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗺, 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁- 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀. 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗸𝗶 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 1983- 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲... 𝗗𝗼𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁... 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻? 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗗𝗼𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁? 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗸𝗶 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀Complete
Smells Like Teen Spirit(kurt Cobain)
Crystal is a teenager who has loved music forever. She starts to have more and more connection with music as she grows. Because of her unusual childhood and ignorant single parent, she starts falling into a hole called depression, in the point where she doesn't even know how to get out. She meets this guy called Kurt and immediately connects with him, and this Kurt guy happens to be a depressed human as well. When they start bonding and seeing everything they have in common, they help each other climb out of their hole.Complete
Dear Stoney
Mention death of family members and hardships of a teen.Complete
(Book 1) (Emo Boy and Nerdy Girl Series) (WARNING: Crude humor, suicidal, and/or violent scenes in this story. If you do not like or feel uncomfortable with those types of things, then please do not read.) (PG-13) (Completed.) ---------------- I'm not normal. She's not normal. This ill-fated relationship isn't neither. Our relationship is filled with regrets. Way too many to count. Many from me. Drugs, alcohol, pain, and–...Love. It's a shame that I just had to ruin it too many times. I feel as if it's my fault that I'm now imprisoned in my little world of darkness– Forever. It was my choice. Possibly the worst one I've made in my unfortunate life. I could only imagine what her's was like though– What type of hell I put her through this whole time we were together. I miss being alive sometimes– With the sunlight's warmth shining against my skin, and myself breathing, my heart beating. I no longer function the way I did whenever I was alive. I'm just stuck here in this little world of mine I call home now. While yet, she's an angel floating in the skies, I'm just an apparition that nobody notices. I'm becoming a psychopath it seems like... I'm sick of this world. I want to see you again, my Princess. Let me tell you the tale of the used-to-be–... Us. From both of our perspectives.
More detailsContent Guidelines