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*This book is mostly cringe, was on heavy medication for most of the book. Stay in school don't do drugs* (Book three) (Y/n) was now living with habit as she had no choice, she had to leave an old life she enjoyed. Though she did have her kids by her side, which kept her sain on most days. Though her two new friends help her with every little thing she finds to be stressful. Evan and Vinnie are there with her with every step, as they only have each other. Though a new challenge is in play as Evan has feelings for (Y/n), how will this play out. Will it be their happy ever after or end in bloodshed.

Run. All that was on my mind was to run. After all, I'm a runaway, and running away is what people like me do best. We run from everything. People. Things. Our lives. Our emotions. Our fears. Our wishes. We run from one life to the next and we try our hardest to not look back. But sometimes we stop. We stop to bask in the now, the present, the life we're living before we remember. Before something happens and we remember why we were running in the first place and forget the reason we stopped. All a runaway can do after that is to Run. This is a Marble Hornets/TribeTwelve/Creepypasta/EverymanHyrbid AU story. I do not own any Marble Hornets/ TribeTwelve/ Creepypasta/EverymanHyrbid characters mentioned or any songs mentioned. All rights go to there respected owners. I only own the main Character, Mad.

Stuck in my head and I can't get you out

Crys Snow has never fit in. Not in his small southern town of White Chapel, not at school, and sometimes, not even in his own skin. Maybe it's his albinism, his sharp tongue, or the violent thoughts that have haunted him since childhood. Living with his mom and two sisters isn't the worst part-it's the way people look at him, the way they push him, the way they make him want to push back harder. And when a guy at school assaults his kid sister, he finally snaps. Suspension isn't new, but this time, it feels different. The anger won't fade. The loneliness cuts deeper. He just wants to matter-to someone, anyone. He never expected that someone to be a serial killer. Someone who understands his darkness... because they share it. He knows he should run. He knows he should be afraid. Falling for him is a mistake. But maybe--just maybe--for the first time in his miserable life, this is what it feels like... to be wanted. But love shouldn't taste like blood. Should it?

I have included some of my weird experiences and dreams in my creepypasta research book. I thought it would be a good idea to make a seperate book for just that! ᓚᘏᗢ⁻ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵃʳᵉ ᴿᴱᴬᴸ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ! ᴵ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵗʸˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵉᵉʳⁱᵉ ʰᵉʰᵉ.

"How do you pursue a fleeting apparition when every fleeting touch ignites a memory that feels like the very essence of your existence?"

Jeff The Killer x Reader *Mature language *Gory/upsetting scenes *Basically just a meme at this point *im on crack For all you Jeff fangirls :) (I'm one myself don't worry) Enjoy. STARTED: 06/06/19 ENDED: 09/07/19

Quite the love, you think? Quite the pain, you remember? Flashbacks of restlessness? Yes. Thinking of it as a life lesson in different language. Slender man? Just a story? just a mental illness? Hopelessness? just average? What else could it be, a journey?

A public diary. I mostly put Bible quotes in this and cry like a fag about love because I'm a pansy. Also if it seems like I've gone a little freaky and in the bad way it's because the psychosis in me is prevalent, also it could be the weed.

I just write down random stuff here Like a diary bit public or smth