The Hidden Discord

The Hidden Discord

  • WpView
    Reads 10
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadOngoing6m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jan 16, 2017
I am not the first one like me. What I am is known as a Discord. I come from a time known for its divisions, but we like it this way. Each person has what we call a Profession. A Profession determines what kind of person you will become. It determines where you will be for years and years. It is you at the most basic level. You are either a Angelic Pacifist or a Determined Destroyer. I am neither, that is what makes me a Discord. However, I may just dissolve these divisions once and for all. But I really, REALLY just want to live my life as a simple Pacifist like my grandparents. Or as a Destroyer like my parents... Oh yeah, did I mention that? What can a person do to catch a break around here?!
All Rights Reserved
#43
distruction
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Someone New ✓
  • The outcasts Love (Rebel Ateez x Shy female Reader) {Complete}
  • F*** Cancer, This One Did Us All In.
  • Yours Forcefully
  • 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖴𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽
  • How To Get A Divorce From A Billionaire ?
  • Bittersweet Chaos
  • Riona
  • Performance

"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines