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April 20, 2013 8:42pm UTC

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Just The Way You Are
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I'm a hopeless mess. I don't remember how I got here, and I never want to know. I'm… what am I? If you asked my mother she would tell you useless… unimportant… stupid… a waste of space, and until recently I chose to ignore those hurtful words. But then she died. Words you take for granted like a 'hello' or a 'good morning' even the insults and upsetting spats of 'go kill yourself' seem to mean more. I always saw the kids at school, the ones with bruises, and cuts on their bodies. The ones that didn't eat enough, that cut themselves. The ones that we're abused by their parents, physically instead of verbally like I always was. I vowed to myself and my best friend for that matter that we would always be athletes, always eat the right way and the right amount, and more then anything never cause harm to ourselves. No cuts on the inside of our wrists. No rope marks around our necks. Never wish for death rather then take a deep breath and think a logical way out, not a painful one.
But then you broke that promise. You slit your wrists. You did the unthinkable. You made the red marks against your skin with a necklace of rope. Thats when I realized if one person can break the promise, both of us can. I quickly learned how to pull apart a razor, how to assemble and just as quickly disassemble a noose. A deep breath before you press the cold metal into your skin. Watching as the blood seeps through until you run your broken skin under cold water to make sure it doesn't clot. Then comes the paranoia of someone asking you about the scars. Of someone asking how you got them. And i think thats a good place to start. When you were dead. My father was drunk. My brother was god knows where and I was lost.
So my name is Annika. I have no sense of what if right and what is wrong anymore. I'm from Longford Ireland, near Mullinger. If anyone asks my family is joyful and happy. My parents love each other, my brother doesn't drink underaged, my mother is not verbally abusive, my father is not an alcoholic, and I'm not depressed. The empty beer bottles everywhere are being dropped off by strangers, my brother is just studying really hard all the time, and the cuts and scars on my wrists are from a cat… My hair falls in long waves of deep brown, and my eyes are a bright crystal blue. I'm not very tall, maybe five foot four.
I have four people that I truly care about left in this world. The rest of them have slipped from my grip. Died, or don't care anymore. Bella and Julia Tanner, and Niall and Ash Horan. They are probably the only thing keeping me from ending my life at this point. Its weird, my four best friends, only one of them knows whats actually going on. Niall, he's everything, checking my arms once a week, cleaning up the deep cut marks when I come to him screaming. And no matter what not telling anyone, not even his little sister that I sit in my room on a daily basis and contemplate suicide.
Author's notes~
NEW STORY! I'll actually finish this one, pinky promise! Okay, maybe more tonight, but no promises! Feedback and ideas are always apprectiated! please leave something Loves! It would mean the world to me, and it makes it so much easier to write!

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1hockey2lax3crazy
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February 9, 2013 10:44pm UTC

Torn♥
prologe
Well, hello there! I'm Hunter, eighteen years old idiotic, and yes, I'm aware I have a boys name. But, shut up about it. I could sit here for ten minutes telling you exactly what I look like, but that would be a waste of bloody time, wouldn't it. So I'll just give you important things. I'm eighteen, long brunette hair random colored ends, dark expresso colored eyes. I'm not particularly tall, around five foot, three. Four on a good day. I'm from Ontario, Canada but I just moved to London to be with my best friends Ari, Lizzie and Max again. And before you get stereotypical on me. Yes, I say 'Eh' and 'pardon' and my 'about's come out as 'aboot'. And yes, I play hockey, and lacrosse, but don't immediately pin-point me as an overly masculine person, or a person with anger management problems, I already sorted those out. Okay, now that thats out of the way.
I just graduated high school, excited I could finally go and see my three best friends. They all left Junior year to go to a boarding school in London. It was originally Max's idea. She moved here from Ireland in sixth grade, than her brother got this big break in the music world, and she was shipped back to London to be with him. Evidently Ari and Lizzie followed her, I was forced to stay for 'the sake of my athletic career' which I no longer have thanks to concussions. I told my brother, who is magically also my guardian, that I was leaving after graduation. No offense when your parents died your freshmen year of High School, the last thing you want to do is live in that town the rest of your life. He wasn't too happy, but my athletic career was over, no colleges wanted me now that I couldn't play sports, and my grades suck thanks to athletics, and injuries, and the fact I'm just stupid in general.
I was excited to see Max, Ari, and Lizzie again. And meet Max's brother. It was promised multiple times, but you, kinda never happened when she left so suddenly. I sat in my final class, missing my friends considering now I didn't seem to have any. I had my teammates, but their boys, and you can only tell them so much… I laughed as the bell rang, I ran out of the building to my perfect royal blue Mustang. Hay, I may be Canadian, but that doesn't mean I can't have a nice car. Maybe I don't like pick-up trucks. I turned the key in the ignition, immediately putting the car in reverse, and leaving this heck hole forever. I opened my front door, excited when I saw the many suitcases, and other boxes piled up, ready to be moved in the morning. I sighed happily seeing my brother curled on the couch with his girlfriend Megan, as they watched a movie.
I stayed up till around Midnight watching movies in my room, texting Max, and Ari. I had been talking to Lizzie but she fell asleep. I passed out, hoping that Ari and Max would figure it out and not send me four million messages. I woke up around six A.M. My brother Nik hanging over me. His dark brown flow dropping over his eyes. I didn't question him, I just got up, getting dressed and walking downstairs. I ate a quick breakfast, smiling slightly as I noticed all my bags being gone. Meg must have loaded them this morning, I left, Nik driving me too the airport, and leaving with a quick hug as I boarded.
Eight hours I thought to myself, Eight hours and I get to see my best friends again.
Author's Notes ~
New Story! Hope you guys like it, comment feedback please<3 thanks loves XX night

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