Idont813

You ignored the shouting of Matthew, drowning out his screams of your name, calling, pleading for your attention. You felt bad about ignoring him, but you knew that if you looked back, for even just a millisecond, you would run back. You listened to the crunch-crunch of the dead leaves you stepped on as you walked away from Matthew. The faster you walked,the more it seemed Matthew's voiced increased. "(Name), why? Arthur misses you, he doesn't even know that you're alive!" He shouted, and you stopped. The words echoed in your head, increasing in volume till you couldn't take it anymore. You turned around, not yet crying, "Don't... I mean..

The young angel looked at you, his eyes wide with shock. The violet orbs locked with your (e/c) orbs, his dirty blond hair with the small curl out in front of his face looked the same. "(N-name), is that really you?" The angel asked, reaching out his hand to brush your cheek. You didn't move, letting his hand caress you cheek quietly. His eyes seemed to be filled with tears as he moved his hand away, letting it fall to his side. You noticed a knife, and a slight smile come to your face. Matthew wasn't one for fighting, even as a child. When he and Alfred would fight, he would always sigh quietly and let Alfred win. It was odd seeing him in

It was a normal day in the Twittertalia... oh wait... there are no normal days in this fricking thing. Well, to begin, apprently Cyprus got jailed... again, and I believe many times as well. That lead to Miku getting jailed.... for the sixth time. Around noon my time, Dik Dik decided to go to McDonalds.... of course, a certain Aussie decided to write an amazing fic about her journey to McDonalds.... which didn't end at her going to McDonalds... I think anyway, who knows. Next we had New Zealand jacking off.... and Ukraine's Admin rating how NZ did... and he gained some new followers while doing this.... so good for New Zeland. Ah, my favor

The Group of Outcasts isn't a group, it's a single person with fake friends and fake tears that fall through the pain of knowing that she's not good enough to her friends. "Here! Come on into the picture Da-." One friend says, looking over at her. "She can't! She's not a part of our group." The girlfriend of the one who told her to come into the picture said, smiling as the picture was taken. The girl just smiled, watching as the picture was being taken, even taking one on her friends phone. She knew she never would be apart of the group, but she chose to ignore it. The group left her, leaving her with two other members of the others... th

Green eyes captivated the young blonde, holding hands with his twin brother. A new neighbor had moved into the house beside him. Of course, his brother when he saw the redhead, green eyed kid let go of his brother's hand and marched over there, smiling and introducing his self to the neighbors. His father smiled, his own blue eyes shinning as he picked up the brunette brother, throwing him in the air and catching him; of course, the brother smiled and giggled the entire time he was in the air. The blondes mother called him over, smiling gently at him. He walked over slowly, ending in front of his mothers legs, looking at the boy. The mother

The redhead teenagers eye's widened at the spark that arrived when he struck the match against the side of the matchbox. His green eyes shinning as the flames licked at the wood, and a smile formed, his lips curved upward. He watched as the flame devoured the matchstick, the warmth on his fingers that he loved. At the age of seventeen, he has been a pyromaniac for seven years. The beautiful, but dangerous fire, this has been the only thing Axel Eldur has loved other than his family and Roxas, his boyfriend. Fire was always on his mind, the colors, the happiness of lighting, be it paper, wood, or something that is broke. Carrying around lighte

Have you ever felt lonely? Wishing to talk to others, but you never do? People ask why you don't. The reply is simple; no one wishes to talk to you. The rain poured, as the person you thought was your friend left. It hurts to think about that. "Why don't you talk to others dear?" You sighed and didn't reply. After that your family stopped asking. "I can help others talk to you." Your sister said, smiling happily at you. No reply, and she left you alone. High school arrived, still lonely... but whose fault is it?