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I Haven't Lost Anything Except My Mind - 3 by suicidal-memories, literature

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I Haven't Lost Anything Except My Mind - 3

"Don't fucking move an inch." Wh-what? What was going on? Zacky's muscles were completely paralyzed with terror while his mind was screaming at him to run, to do something, but he couldn't have moved even if he'd wanted to, and he sensed that if he tried to fight or escape, whatever the figure had in mind for him would get a lot more painful. His thoughts raced uncontrollably as his heart thumped faster and faster against his ribcage. Who the hell is this? What does he want from me? But Zacky already had the feeling that he wouldn't get out of this alive, no matter how hard he tried to escape. Because it was clear that fighting back was com

Butterfly Pulse - Oneshot by suicidal-memories, literature

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Butterfly Pulse - Oneshot

A thin, fourteen-year old boy lies curled up on his bed, eyes tightly shut, like he's trying to forget the rest of the world exists. His hands cover his face, hiding it, but it isn't difficult to miss the convulsing of his shoulders and the sobs emanating from his throat. His name is Ever Makai. And he wants to die. Desperately. The tears stream down his face as he gulps for air, and he closes his eyes again, wanting to shut out everything. He wants to be able to stop listening to his mind, to have peace at last from the poisonous thoughts that haunt him constantly, night and day. He's lost absolutely all hope. He can't think of a reason

I'd Fall Asleep For You - 4 by suicidal-memories, literature

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I'd Fall Asleep For You - 4

Ronnie The days passed. Jacky and I barely spoke to each other – in fact, I got the feeling he was avoiding me. We were all excited, of course – hell, our debut album was less than a month away – but I sensed him kind of… distant. Of course, I couldn't know for sure, as we'd had virtually zero contact since the day of the party. I found myself thinking about him more and more often. In fact, he took center place in my mind. Every so often, too, I caught myself sneaking glances at him, and forced myself to tear my eyes away from him. I was quite angry at myself, to tell the truth. Basically, for falling for one of my bes

I Haven't Lost Anything Except My Mind - 2 by suicidal-memories, literature

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I Haven't Lost Anything Except My Mind - 2

Zacky Baker ran a hand through his black hair, sighing. It had been yet another long day of stacking shelves at the supermarket so he could pay the rent for his crappy little flat, and he was beginning to question the point of it all. He wasn't happy. He was far from happy, in fact. He wasn't strictly depressed, however… he was just sick of everything. Sick of working his ass off every day on a job he hated only to come home to his empty flat, getting some food and sleep and starting all over again the next day. But, above all, he was sick and tired of being lonely. Yeah, he had a few friends. But he wasn't exactly their number one pr

I Haven't Lost Anything Except My Mind - One by suicidal-memories, literature

I'd Fall Asleep For You - 3 by suicidal-memories, literature

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I'd Fall Asleep For You - 3

Ronnie "Jacky!" I screamed. I caught one last glimpse of him before the water swallowed him up. I didn't hesitate for a second. I was over the railing instantly, and in a moment I had plunged into the water after him. I fell for a second – it almost felt like flying – and then the icy water hit me like a slap in the face. My head went under for a second and I almost panicked, but I paddled desperately and my head broke the water again. All the while the current was dragging me down the river, quicker and quicker every time. "Jacky!" I cried again. Trying to keep myself afloat, I searched the water as well as I could for him. Noth

Asleep Or Dead - Jimohnny - Oneshot by suicidal-memories, literature

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Asleep Or Dead - Jimohnny - Oneshot

Five years. Five years ago I met the person who, without my knowing it, would change my life forever. I could still recall the day I met him. "Jimmy," Zacky gushes, pulling me to one side, "I have someone to introduce you to." "Someone else?" I mutter. Zacky must already have introduced me to half the party by now. I haven't even had time to get drunk yet, with all his dragging me around. "I'm doing you a favor, Jim," he smirks. "I'm helping your social life." "Yeah, and what if I don't want a social life?" I mumble. Zacky doesn't notice me. He's already introducing me to the next guy on his list, a tanned, good-looking man with black h

I'd Fall Asleep For You - 2 by suicidal-memories, literature

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I'd Fall Asleep For You - 2

Jacky I wasn't too keen on parties, to be honest. But the fact that this one was happening right in my house, well, made me kind of forced to attend. I mean, I couldn't exactly hide away in my bedroom when a freaking party was going on in the living room, could I? And I didn't want to have to explain to the others that I was so not in the mood for a party when they all seemed so stoked about it. So I figured I might as well lurk in a corner and avoid awkward conversation. Which, by the way, was more or less exactly what I was doing. As I might have mentioned before, I did not feel like partying. At all. I sat in a corner, trying to blend in

I'd Fall Asleep For You - 1 by suicidal-memories, literature

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I'd Fall Asleep For You - 1

Jacky Fuck, he's so beautiful… My eyes widened in shock at what had just passed through my head. What the hell was I thinking? I could not be thinking that way about Ronnie Radke. We're good friends, I said firmly to myself, full stop. But still… his frown of concentration was just so adorable… Ronnie in question was currently slumped on the couch, engaged in a ferocious Mario Kart Wii battle with Derek, while Mika, Ryan and I sat around watching as their yells became more and more obscene. Finally, Derek slumped back, scowling, and threw the remote at Ronnie. "I swear that is the last time you're beating me, Radke." "We'l

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Love On Open Wounds by fallen6661angel, literature

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Love On Open Wounds

The way he looks me in the eyes, hazel meets jade, jade meets hazel. When I hold his warm palm, his plump lips form into a childish smile, his black hair stretches down to his cheekbone. When I touch his warm cheek a blush creeps its way to his cheek. Something lays deep inside his eyes… its latent. He came home one evening after work; I was perched on the couch watching the news. I got up to welcome him home, my arms try to wrap around him as I leaned in to kiss his lips but he pulled away from my grasp and told me he was tired. I watched him leave the room in silence as he made his way up the stairs. For the past month he hadn't allo

Dear God by GerardWaysavedmylife, literature

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Dear God

Your laugh rings in my ears sweetly, your inked fingers twined with mine. You smile at me, eyes glowing, and that smile – the smile only you can bring out – emerges without a thought. I love you so much more than I ever imagined possible, and leaving you will be the hardest thing I've ever done. I touch your face, cradling your cheek in my hand; you lean into it, eyes soft. I never want to leave this time, this place; I want to stay here, in our home, with you on my lap, happy as hell. I don't want to tell you. But I have too. I clear my throat, trying to force the lump in it away. "I…I got a letter today. From the…fr

Brimmy - Heaven's Not Too Far by TomberFleurs, literature

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Brimmy - Heaven's Not Too Far

Jimmy's footsteps echoed through the alleyway, his sneakers scraping worn pavement and hands shoved into the depths of his hip pockets. His head was ducked against a nonexistent wind; strands of midnight curled around his cheeks and dipped into the collar of his leather jacket. "Stupid birthday," he grumbled, kicking at a crushed soda can. "Stupid friends, stupid loneliness, stupid Jimmy, stupid expectations." Despite the venom of his words, his heart felt as though it was a replica of that aluminum can, now lying beyond a row of trash bins that overflowed with garbage. It had been mangled beyond possible repair, crumpled and broken, squeez

And I need you to, need you to know. by HoofPrintsInTheSand, literature

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And I need you to, need you to know.

James Owen Sullivan, aka The Reverend Tholomew Plague. February 9th, 1981 - December 28th, 2009. You stand at the head of the room, leaning against the maroon walls. Your companions oblivious to your presence. They miss you. You can sense it. Their thoughts stringing together to create three different emotions; mourning, grief and longing. It's nearing what would have been your 31st birthday, 9th of February. You cross your inked arms across your chest and observe them. The tallest, and strongest of the quartet is curled into the corner of the five person leather sofa. He's shirtless, tattooed chest rising and falling rhythmically,

The Adventurous Zachary Baker 9 by ScarVengeance6661, literature

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The Adventurous Zachary Baker 9

"Oh you're back quicker- Johnny are you ok?" I asked, noticing he looked pale. I knelt down then frowned. "Ah... you've met Matt," "M-Matt?" "The man with the car, guns and suit, who looks like me but older," I replied. "Don't worry... the gun was fake," "What?!" He gasped. "What do you mean it was fake?" "What did he say?" I asked, ingoring his question. "He wanted to paid me to spy you," "Brilliant!" I grinned. "Next time you see him say yes," "What?" He gasped then his eyes narrowed. "Zack, who is he?" "Matt as I said," "How do you know him?" "Heismyolderbrother!" I said quickly. "What did you say?" He asked. "He's my older bro

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(Formerly WildKillerCupcake)

Um, hello.

I'm Ivy Shotgun, better known as Laura to general friends, family etc. I'm 13 years old, but kindly do not judge me on account of my age, unless you want a punch in the face. I live in Valencia, Spain and it kind of sucks. In fact, I am planning on moving to London as soon as I can.

I (more or less) play guitar and music is the one thing that keeps me alive. It's really hard for me to pick a single favourite band, but Avenged Sevenfold, My Chemical Romance, 30 Seconds To Mars, Green Day, Falling In Reverse, Asking Alexandria, Mallory Knox, Black Veil Brides, AFI, Bring Me The Horizon and LostAlone are all definitely candidates. I've been to 3 gigs in my life, mainly on account of the fact that Spain sucks and apparently every band hates it, but I can say all 3 of them were absolutely magical.

I love reading, too. My favourite author is Laura Gallego and you've probably never heard of her because she's Spanish and not really that famous anywhere else, but I'm convinced that if she allowed them to make movies based on her books, she'd have at least the same success as Twilight. I absolutely love Harry Potter too (I'm a Ravenclaw, in case you were wondering).

So... what else about me? I'm addicted to Twitter and Tumblr, I'm extremely irresponsible (I should be doing my homework right now), I'm untidy, I run a Spanish Twitter page for Falling In Reverse, I'm kind of shy if you talk to me in "real life" but I can talk and talk and talk on the internet. I write fanfiction, although most of it never really gets past the stage of being an idea in my head. I make some VERY adorable finger puppets. I'm single and I think I'm going to be forever alone, mainly on account of my unattractiveness and social awkwardness.

Favourite Movies

Harry Potter. Those or any Tim Burton one.

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I don't really watch that much TV... although I like Skins.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

I think I already answered that. Right? xD

Favourite Books

Any book by Laura Gallego. Memorias de Idún especially.

Favourite Writers

...See above.

Favourite Games

Kingdom Hearts. Definitely.

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Wii :D

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Feb 12, 2012

I'm a metalhead. Gooood.

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Stolen from !SheKnowsVoodoo (https://www.deviantart.com/sheknowsvoodoo) Outcast [x] You don't have very many friends. [ ] Often times, teachers forget your name. [/] You were always picked last for kickball. [x] You don't like to talk a lot. [x] You tend to avoid mass social activities. [ ] You don't participate in any extracurricular activities. [x] All you wish for is to move away or get a fresh start. [x] Your friends have blown you off before. [ ] You sit alone in most of your classes. [x] You have a feeling that once you leave high school or college, nobody is going to remember you. [x] You hold interest in activities that other people find strange. [ ] People don