TW: Cutting, Suicidal Ideations, Mental Illness, Cursing, Abusive Family, Racism, Homophobia, Rape, Running Away, Vivid Nightmares, Unaccepting Family, Sexual Assault
This story is a brief preview of the lives of two queer women in Wyoming in 1972. One is a lesbian hippie, who is very spiritual, she's white with red hair, and has very absent parents, but she barely depends on them. The other girl is black, goth, and bisexual, who's parents are very overprotective. The hippie girl compartmentalizes her feelings, and try to constantly pretend she's okay, when she's not. The goth girl has a lot of sadness and is rejected at school, so she expresses her feelings with writing and poetry and can lash out at people. They both face extreme family issues and homophobia and biphobia in their town. The goth girl faces a lot of racism and has a really traumatic past, and struggles with extreme depression and anxiety. The hippie girl can't be truly who she is at home and is forced to depend on her friends for comfort. They're both in love with each other, but both refuse to say anything. I would recommend just reading the story to find out more!
I'd like to dedicate this very short story based on my gay loneliness, that probably no one will read to my family. Not my biological family, obviously. My actual one. The bunch of gay goths and cottagecores, and alts who I talk to each day that keep me here. You guys are the actual best, and I'm sorry I made you read this. I love you guys, and one day we're getting twelve cats, NO EXCUSES.
Hello, this story is not good. It was written by a depressed young tween who didn't understand what an abusive relationship is. I'm only keeping it up because it's my only completed book. Take everything a grain of salt. (It's cringey)
So good luck on fixing me and what we could've been
But you'll always fail to see I'm forever broken
I hate your guts, I hate his too
I hate myself for loving you
You're the only reason that
I hate everyone
-Falling in Reverse
Alaska is sick of her life. She's sick of everyone. It all started in forth grade when she moved to Colorado. She was a different girl back then... Alaska was naive, had blonde hair, loved people, and was kind. Then she met Dillon he was gorges, tall, strong, and everything Alaska was not. Dillon was a werewolf and next in line for Alpha position of Black Blood Pack. Dillon hates his mate and waiting tell he is old enough to reject her. He dose what he can, ignores her, forgets her, because she is nothing but a pathetic human. Or so she thought...
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"Get out of my head!" He yelled at me. I stood my ground, because I was here and was not leaving.
"What's your problem with me?" I hissed.
"Your weak, ugly, pathdic, little human, who I could kill so easily. Unfortunately for me I can't reject you yet!" I didn't know what reject meant I knew it was bad, by the way the silent room went quite.
"Well I may be ugly, I may be pathdic, and you know what I'm a weak little human. I may not be able to kill you, you can make my life hell, go ahead, do it. You can hate me with every bone in your body. But if you think for a moment I care your wrong." That was the biggest lie I ever told.
What happens when an alpha were wolf and element witch meet? What happens if she doesn't even know she's a witch?