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"Everyone has scars, just not all of them can be seen" 12 months is only a short period of time to heal. A short period of time to forget everything that you've been through. "Pain changes people, it makes them trust less, over think more and shut people out" Yet, those 12 months have been the best days in a long time. Things are finally looking up. The family is all together again, everyone is happy, everyone is smiling. Until a phone call, a phone call that changes everything. "Keane...I...I need you, my Dad, he's been..."

PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION! Everyone likes being alone once an a while. That feeling of peace and all your problems drifting into space melting away, 16 year old Luke soon learns that being alone is not always a pleasant feeling. When he wishes to be left alone upon a wishing well he soon discovers being alone isn't such a nice feeling. As Lukes mind slips away from reality he's losing sanity. How much longer can he take this madness?? Is he doomed too forever be this way? Take a journey with Luke as you read the story "Alone At Last" as he struggles to survive. PREVIEW INTO BOOK: ... When I shut the door behind me I realized that no cars were driving out here either. They were all empty and abandoned. As I strolled by there were no people talking in the coffee shop windows. There were no people eating in restaurants. There were no sounds except my heavy breathing and the howling wind. "HELLOOOOOOOO" I shouted, "IS ANYONE HEREEEEE HELLOOOOO!!?" I continued to call out to no one in particular feeling a little agitated by the growing silence. That's when I heard it... The winds howling came to a stop. The world seemed to stop turning. Time itself came to a halt. Leaves caught in the breeze and remained motionless. That was until the wind came calling back to me, and in this it whispered one word that answered all my questions... Alone- ---------------~~~~~ Thank you for choosing to read my story I hope you like and enjoy it!!! Please note: I am not a professional writer and I am terrible at spelling so don't judge!!!! THIS IS THE UNEDITED VERSION! THE EDITED VERSION WILL BE POSTED SOON! WARNINGS: NOTE: BOOK INCLUDES: 1.) SWEARING - & HATEFUL WORDS 2.) BULLYING - 3.) SUICIDE & MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (also incudes thoughts and mentions of it)- 4.) BLOOD & GORE (lightly graphic)- 5.) ABUSE- 6.) And other things like that Don't say I didn't warn you!!! DONT FORGET TO VOTE !!! <3

Letter ��������rs Series: Book 1 Dear Luke, Do you know how annoying friends can be? I Suppose you must, considering you live with your three best friends. Anyway, I don't want to do this, but my friends are making me. I don't want to bother you with my personal life, and honestly, the only reason I'm doing this is because I doubt you'll ever actually read these. Lyra's lucky number is two. Why? She has two parents. Neither care for her. She has two friends. They're the reason she doesn't cut. In the last two months things between Lyra and her parents have gone from bad to worse. It only took her friends two days to realize this. And it only took two weeks for them to come up with the Letter Project: She would draw two names out of the bag and choose one. Lyra will write two letters and after that she will have two weeks to decide whether she will continue to write the letters or not. She decides to continue, and that decision will change her life. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: Will have self destructive thoughts near the end and triggering thoughts as well. Please be cautious if you are sensitive to possible reminders or causes of relapse. If you do cut, burn, or do any other kind of self harm, please, feel free to PM me if you ever need someone to talk to, or just someone who will listen. I may not personally know you, but I truly do care. I'm always available, (it's not like I have a life...) and would love to be there to remind you that yes, there may be people who insult you, and hurt you through out life, but there are also people like me who care, and would like to become your friend. I know how you feel, and even though I have never cut, there have also been times when I seriously considered it, as well as suicide. I'm always willing to listen, give advice, or just be a 'shoulder' to cry on.

the story of a boy and a girl who rely on each other to keep one another alive emotionally and physically. // "It wasn't just a kiss, Lila," I say, cutting her off, not wanting her to think that I view it that way at all. I've known that from the second I walked away from her and how angry I was that I was feeling something so drastic as a result. My heart was racing immensely and it infuriated me. I was so fucking pissed that I acted on impulse and kissed the girl. Lila doesn't say anything, handing over the floor to me in order for me to give my side of the story. After all, I've hardly given her an explanation regarding it and she deserves that at the very least. "I've been wanting to do it again ever since that night," I admit to her, a breath leaving my lips. "I've held back every urge every time you've challenged me, every time you've looked at me a certain way, every time you smiled a bit wider whenever you saw me, every time you-" She cuts me off immediately, as if in fear of where this conversation is heading, "You're my lieutenant." I don't hesitate in response, "What if I want to be more than that?"

"What's it like?" Luke whispered, playing with her hands as they sat there in silence "Hmm?" She turned her head to see the tall boy next to her "Depression, what's it like?" She thought long and hard about her answer, "It's like drowning but... you can see everyone else around you... breathing" ••••• "I'm Fine" - the biggest lie a person has ever told. Courtney was Luke's best friend until she fell into depression and there was no one to catch her. Not until Mark came along and everything was okay, apart from Luke was being torn apart every time he saw them - but it was making her happy, the relationship, so he was 'Fine'. Mark brutally broke up with Courtney and now she won't talk to anyone. Courtney has depression again but it's worse - and Luke has to bring her out of it.

"If you don't let me explain, I swear to god I'm walking out that door with my stuff by late morning." She threatened. "I don't care. You've hurt me enough. I couldn't care less if you left. In fact, you'd be doing me a favor." I said carelessly. Tears began falling from her glassy eyes. "Well if that's how you feel, then I'll pack and book a flight home." She headed towards my room to pack up her stuff. Within an hour, she had booked a flight for early this morning and had packed all of her things. It was three in the morning. She told me her flight was at seven. She looked at me with no emotion evident in her face and left without another word. *no mention of self-harm or suicide*

•First place winner of the 2017 Mist Awards and the 2nd Place winner of The 2017 Spring Awards!• "You are not allowed to feel sorry for yourself," I spoke to myself out loud as I stared at the mirror taking in my own words. "You are not allowed to take Luke down with you and you are certainly not allowed to deny the help everyone is offering you because you are too damn selfish and prideful to get up and ask for help to move on from what has happened to you." I looked at the frail girl in front of me, not recognizing her at all as the tears streamed down my face rapidly. My hands rose to wipe the tears away quickly, wanting and yearning to be stronger than I had been in such a long time. "You are strong. You are fearless. You went to hell for six months and are still here fighting. You are not allowed to give up now." Tears streamed down my face as tilted my head down once again to wipe the tears before facing myself again. "You are not allowed to give up," I spoke to myself as I saw the girl I was before the raid again for the first time in nine months. Second installment of 'The Code' trilogy.

"Fuck you." Luke growled, his hands clenching into fists at his side. I rolled my eyes, flipping him the middle finger as I stepped back and readied to spin on my heels to leave. "Only in your dreams." I said. He suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the front of my shirt, fisting the fabric in his hands. I blinked in surprise, gasping as he suddenly yanked me up against him and our lips met in an angry kiss. "Luke?" I gasped out against his mouth, but he just growled against my lips and slammed me back against the side of his car. "Shut up." He muttered back. *** WARNING: This book contains smut! COMPLETED

"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

I had always thought highly of myself. I always made good grades, always the good child. Mom let me stay out past 3 because she knew that I was making "good choices". Well they used to be "good choices" till I was in my senior year of College. When you see 'Mean Girls', it is nothing compared to what I go through. I did things. Things that my mother wouldn't think would be "good choices". I then met the lovable Ashton Irwin. I looked down at his wrists... cutting scars. I looked at my wrists... fresh cuts. I looked up at his concerned face. "I guess I need to be your broken bandage." "YOU JUST HAVE TO PUSH EVERYONE AWAY FROM YOU, PRIMROSE! INCLUDING ME! IF you just were going to let dangle by a string then cut me off... you could've let me hold the scissors." I sniffed into the camera, "Goodbye world. It was nice knowing ya." I turned off the camera and looked at the pills in my hands. Goodbye Ashton. I never wanted to push you away.