HalostarOfCookieClan

The blood was fresh, still wet and dripping from the streaks that had been skew across the door’s once blank, snow white canvas. You couldn't tell if your heart had stopped beating or if it was just beating so fast that you couldn't feel it. You reach for the knob, only to have your hand crash into the hard wood door. Trying to keep yourself calm, you flick your gaze down, your eyes taking in the horrifying sight of your bleeding fingertips grasping for a knob that was no longer there. Your breathing speeds up, your mind races, your eyes flicker from side to side, searching for a way out. You needed to get out, you needed to get away,

Your name is Pence Breaker and the moment you open your eyes, you know what’s going to happen. You have experienced this before too many times to count, and the only thing that’s different every time is how far you can make it. You always start off waking up in your room, lights off, alone. You used to try to find Leon, but that never turned out well. You learned your lesson. Reluctantly, you swing your feet over the side of the bed, leaving the warm comfort of your bed as your feet thudded softly against the frosty floor, sending chills down your spine. You glance over at the nightstand, your goggles gone, as per usual. You heave

She makes you bleed wretchedness. She bruises you with  her revulsion. She tells you ruined her life, drove him away, will never be good enough, are  a freak, should die. Alcohol takes away the pain. It makes you forget her words, your scars. It makes you something you've never been, happy. You drink away your pain, washing it away, as you fill yourself up with sin. You meet her when you’re both young. Blonde hair, designer shades, wide hips, skinny waist, slender figure. She glows with attraction, and that attraction happens to be to you. Two years pass and it feels like a lifetime. Holding hands, kisses on every inch of skin, new ex

You don’t know if you’ll ever get a chance with her. You don’t know if this whole thing will end up in like some romantic comedy starring Tom Hanks. But, what you do know is that you appreciate her. You appreciate her smile; the way it shows her top row of teeth when she gets really happy. You appreciate her laugh; how it’s so loud and different, like it was created for you to hear. You appreciate how your bodies fit perfectly together when you hug, when you hold each other tight. You appreciate everything about her from head to toe; her hair, her body, her heart, her personality, her soul. Love, would just be offensi

You love the way she glares at you whenever you force her to her knees, her jade rimmed pupils, dark and dull, are gateways to her soul, showing you all of the burning hate in her mind. You can't help but grin a toothy grin as you yank on the chain that connects to the steel circle around her neck. She hisses and growls and spits at you like a dog. Like a pet. Because that's all she was, a pet. At least, that's what you used to think. Now whenever you gaze at those gates in her eyes you don't just carelessly play with her feelings; you enjoy the pleasure of the fact she feels this way for you. You revel the thought that she hates you, that sh