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Silent Screams

LECTURES 226
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Chapitres 17
Durée 55m

LECTURES 226
Votes 0
Chapitres 17
Durée 55m

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actually always anxiety class depression everything feelings fighting keep life mess suicidal thoughts trigger world

This is a reboot of "A day in the life of me." One less centered around a boy, and one focused on me, my struggles, my thoughts, my life. 
It's here I will give you - the reader - a glimpse into the locked away part of my brain I have tried so hard to keep away. It was by suggestion of a therapist that I try to write about it, as I enjoy writing. 
Please no hate, because it's unbearably hard to write this, to let myself be free of the mask, the suit, and the facade, and I just want to feel a little more free and a little less dead... Okay? So here it goes...

Love and Rockets - With all my love,
Bry.Tous Droits Réservés

actually always anxiety class depression everything feelings fighting keep life mess suicidal thoughts trigger world

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Happy Endings, écrit par Magnolia_Abernathy

"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.

Fixing Celia, écrit par PhyllisKO

They say betrayal never comes from your enemies. I used to think that was just something people said to feel better about their broken hearts. Until mine shattered too. The night it happened, everything changed. I lost my best friend. I lost my boyfriend. But worst of all... I lost myself. It's funny how a single moment can split your life into before and after. Before, I was the girl who believed in love, in loyalty, in forever. After, I was the girl standing in the ruins of what used to be her world, gasping for air, screaming into the silence, wondering why. Why me? Why now? Why them? So, I ran. Packed what was left of me and left the pieces behind-what else could I do? I moved cities. Moved in with my cousin. I told myself I needed a break, a fresh start. I told myself I wasn't looking for anyone. I was here to rebuild, quietly, carefully. Just me and the pain that still lived under my skin. But then... I saw him. At the club. Dark suit. Brooding eyes. Hands in his pockets like the world bowed at his feet. He didn't just walk in; he owned the room. The kind of man who didn't need to speak to be heard. I didn't know his name. I didn't know his story. But I felt his eyes on me like a touch that burned. He was power. He was danger. He was everything I told myself to avoid. But as fate would have it, the man who never chased anyone... noticed the broken girl who stopped believing in love. And maybe-just maybe-he'd be the one to help me believe again. This is the story of how I broke... And how he found every shattered piece.

Free, écrit par KiraMoonSae

The world is filled with nasty things. I'm one of them. The one thing i don't have is freedom. I'm the son of the leader of the biggest company out in the world and the son of the best opera singer in the world. I'm everywhere on TV and the news. I'm known as "prince charming" "perfection" and so many other, but what i would like to call myself is "a normal 18 year old guy". While other 18 year old guys are out with friends, working hard to study, trying to work, and are free, i'm being watched everyday. My moves outside the mansion is recorded, i'm watched by security men, my body guard, and the media. This is my life. *********** Comment a lot :D Tell me your opinions and share! Follow me, and please continue to support me! Thanks a bunch and add to reading list ;)

Life's A Trip, écrit par Kxrmaa03_

This is just a story based on life events that I felt like I should write down. Writing helps me figure out brain things, and helps me grow into a better person. So enjoy reading my story of the last 3-4 years of my life, all the way up to the present. Hopefully your attention span can carry you through this, because I'd love somebody to read it. Thank you :) The chapters will be short. I have a Spotify playlist just for this book to make it easier to visualize the emotions through out the book, and it greatly helps me remember how I felt, therefore making it easier to write. It will be under "Wuzzy" and the playlists name will be "Life's A Trip" Thank you!

Release Me, écrit par anna_rose01

Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

The Backpacker's Dream, écrit par CanisMajoris5

'No, he didn't'. I was so shocked by the turn of events. Everything was going fine and then suddenly boom, everything turned upside down. I just couldn't believe this. What did he think of himself? 'Leave me alone.' I said firmly but his hold on me was so strong. I was struggling to get out of his bear hold but to no avail. 'Oh!! So, the poor lady thinks that I will leave her alone and just let her go free?' He had that evil laugh and boy, his breath stank. 'Man, you just signed your death warrant and I will do one favour on you.' No one messes with me. 'Ooooh, I am so scared that I almost peed my pants.' Again that idiotic laugh. I counted till 5 and then kicked right in his balls. I turned around and grabbed his hair from roots, jerked them so badly and then gave my hard elbow shot on his chin. Everything happened so fast for one moment he was standing and the other lying on floor wiggling. I charged at him with my cheetah speed, picked up a wooden rod and started hitting him wildly, 'You idiotic stinky breath was trying to steal my backpack. You are so dead.' 'Favour, favour, favour.' He was screaming in pain just after few seconds and was panting hard. I picked my paste from my bag and threw at him, 'Brush your teeth.' I was fuming. I turned around and saw him standing wide-eyed, 'Hi, I am Scarlett.' I smiled showing my 32 teeth. 'I am scared.' His look puzzled me. Starting date- November 5, 2019 Completed on - May 23, 2020 All Rights Reserved.

Dare Or Dare|18+, écrit par xoxo_nix

⚠️Sensitive topics such as: sexual assault, suicide, depression.⚠️ Roxanne is just out of college, working at a hair salon where she becomes friends with her co-worker Brooklyn. The girls have lots in common but there's one thing that draws the line between similarities. Brooke's brother Malakai. He's not one of those people who you see on the street and wave to, he's the kind you cross the street to avoid. There's nothing about him that doesn't scream scary. The cherry on top is his confusing personality. Although Brooke stays out of his small racing life, she likes to go and support her brother. So when Roxi is invited to a race, and she's promised nothing bad will happen, she's not only on edge but distracted by the mysterious man with the tattoos and dark styled hair. That is, until the police show up and she's dragged away. *** "Dare me to do it Roxi! Dare me to do it!" He shouts as I shake my head. "Kai, please just let go and come talk." I say as tears roll down my cheeks. He shakes his head slowly and breathes heavily. "Please don't cry, I hate when you cry." He says softly. "Then come with me, they wouldn't want this for you." I say as I grab his hand. "I dare you Kai, I dare you to drop it and come with me." He looks down sadly before looking up as tears burn his cheeks. "A dare is a dare." He replies as I nod and hold his hand in mine. "And I dare you to not do it."

An Endless Day, écrit par Kavya_2712

"Alright, it's 12 noon. Deal or not?" I couldn't look at him, so I stared at the beauty in front of me. Somehow I knew he was watching it too. I felt like we were characters of a famous story, standing side by side, gazing ahead. I hesitated, my heart was beating fast, I was almost afraid that he's going to hear it too. But for the first time in my life, I trusted my heart and told my brain to go to hell. The girl lead in this story was going to do what she wanted, and won't fear the consequences. "Let's do this." I said and turned towards him. We remained silent for a couple of moments, absorbing the meaning of the deal we just agreed to. And then I saw his lips turned upwards just enough for me to notice. He turned to me and held my hand. I felt several emotions just by touching him. Nervousness, excitement, fear, happiness all at once. I pushed them all aside, and smiled ear to ear. He held his hand up, counting down to three, my heart racing with every finger he raised. And just as he finished, we jumped off the cliff.

Depressive quotes, écrit par KaydensaysTrights

The title says it all. *TRIGGER WARNING* Remember these are depressive quotes, so please if you get triggered easily, please just do not read. If you do, then... well... I can't really stop you... IMPORTANT: I only began all of this when I was about 12 or 13 years old, so there is a chance that there are a few mistakes here and there since I was really bad at english back then. Also these qoute books have been on hold for a while and I have only just been able to begin to get them up and running again, so please, if you find any mistakes just leave a comment real quick and I will fix it as soon as possible. thank you and I hope you enjoy - Kayden❤ *completed*

Chances Of Truth ☑️, écrit par zZohana3

"It's too much to remember everything and everyone, all pain and hurt is killing me day by day little by little. I wish I could remove all the pain and move on in my life. I wish I could find an eraser or Better a delete button, so that I could start from beginning, without any misery or pain." ......................................................................................... "Hey Eva, you know you can trust me, right? " He asked me again cupping my cheeks, I can't let him continue this. It had to stop now or it would be too late. I can't risk everyone's life specially his. If hurting him means, him being alive then I would do it without thinking. Again and again. "Eva are you even listening to me?" Noah asked moving his face closer. From this close I can even see the scar which he told me about, its just below the border line of his hair, it can be easily conceal but from this close its more real. His eyes, they are magical. I would love to look at them all the time and never get tired of looking at in them. No, I cannot do this to him, I can't be selfish, I have to do something this time. "No" I answer and walked away from him. .............................................................

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Happy Endings

"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.