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Take Me Away

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Reads 391
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Parts 13
Time 45m

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Book 1 
"What would you say if I told you that i wanted to die?" 

My name is my curse. 

'Ambrosia' - I hate it .

No matter how many times I try to leave this world I wake up and I'm still here.
I stab myself over and over. 
I see the blood. But there's never pain.
I wake up and the scars are gone, like it never even happened . 
But I feel them, the scars are still here.

My name is my curse. 

'Mallory' - It suits me well.

I AM UNFORTUNATE.

Natural sandy brown hair, ocean blue eyes, light mocha caramel skin. My mother always told me I was beautiful. But growing  up in Tokyo, Japan as I am I am nothing more than unfortunate. Ill-fated. I am different from them. Pale skin, dark hair and black eyes. I am an anomaly. I shouldn't be here. Because I'm different they tease and bully me. No one is here for me but Daiki. I ruined his life too. He's just too nice to say it. 

Take me away.

"Your existence gives me hope."

"Without you, I am nothing. I live for you Ambrosia."

- They sent me to America.All Rights Reserved

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My Life Being Dead by bellaholmes58

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

White Top Hats by Ashley_Bronner

It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

But I Couldn't |BNHA/MHA|BakuDeku|Villain(?)/Mute AU| (Book 2) by ItsShoyoYo

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A funeral... A Wedding... One Church by Chimera_Regarion

One jump, one adive, was it really the answer to the problem? Sure it was worth giving a try but would god really answer the prayers? Izuku Midoriya, couldn't stand it anymore. Each passing day he would get yelled at, beaten, burned and used as a personal punching bag. There was nothing he didn't experience. His heart was already beaten yellow, black and blue. He didn't know what it meant to be loved, to be cared to be just him! So in a desperate attempt, this young child went to a rooftop and did the only thing left to do and jumped.... only that as done with life as he was, life was not done giving up on him. A/N: This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

When reality splits [completed] by KatMoon11

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My Life Being Dead

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.