"Go to hell," Zeus snarled, his brown eyes narrowed into slits.
"Where the fuck do you think I came from?" Nika laughed dryly.
Scars wrapped around their arms, hidden beneath tattooed illusions and cruel smirks. Anger clouds their eyes. Blood stains the bathroom tiles and cigarette smoke paints the walls. Silence engulfs the bedrooms. The students mask their fear with terrifying emotions, afraid of letting their true colors show.
Because at Meadowsville High, a pair of metaphorical handcuffs encircle their wrists, a haunting memory of their pasts.
Warning: sexual themes, mentions of abuse, alcohol, drugs, selfharm, sleep disorders, eating disorders, and panic attacks.
The characters will cry more than most do on Wattpad, they will hit rock bottom, they will break down, and they will feel like they're suffocating. If this bothers you in any way, refrain yourself from reading.
(finished)
Part 2:
Don't you hate it when you thought you were done with your conflicting feelings, suddenly you have them coming back to you when you least expect it?, when you develop feelings for someone you think you have no chances with, when people think that those feelings aren't accepted by society, when you can't get your crush to notice you, then you feel like the world just crumbles around you when things just don't work out the way how you wanted it to be?
I...
I like him...
But there's just so much shit going on that I don't know if I can bring myself to be with him...
...So I'm writing down all of this in my journal to pour all my thoughts out...
Because I just need to express these feelings out somehow...
-Jackson
#2 - closeted
#76 - homo