Just this time. It was the last time... Just this time, to forget the pain in my heart. To take the pain away. ************************************* It is hard... It is hard to control your demons... To drown them, when they know how to swim. And Jake's demons were showed as nightmares. Taking his sanity slowly, by showing him images of the past that were turning his heart into a dark place. The solution? Drugs... Locking himself in his room with his thoughts... With his pain... Not sleeping... And when everything feels so hopeless and miserable... The idiot chose to brake in a girl's room from the window, to save his ass from the police. Who would thought that, that mistake from his stupid ass, would lead him... His heart... Again towards the light... Who would thought that a girl, he meets every midnight in her room would bright up his heart... He may not ever be the Sun... His soul doesn't have that brightness in it... But she could. And he could be the Moon, taking the light from her... So they both can light up their lives. ************************************* Wishing for the girl my brother likes to choose me over him. But I wanted her to choose me. I wanted her to choose to be mine. I knew I could be happy with her. She made me happy. But it was a selfish happiness. ************************************ Did I forget to mention he never showed to her, his face? Oops? ************************************ "Jake my dear.... Everyone deserves to be happy." She gave me a smile. "Now get your ass up, finish those paintings... Make your character happy by giving him the love he deserves and go get that girl. Do I have to tell you what to do all the time?" She slapped the back of my neck, using more strength that was necessary. I got up from the floor and walked towards the door. "And Jake..." She called me before I could leave the room. "Yes?" "Jake darling get a shower. You stink."

Name: Dylan  Surname: Hyde  Gender: Female  Age: Seventeen  Love life: Sucks balls  Profession: CIA's agent  Partner: Eric Everett  Target: Rhydian Steinfeld   Too formal? Well yeah that's my life. Too formal. But do I care? Fuck no. Yeah my job sucks balls, but it is cool too.  But just one little tiny problem.  How I'm supposed to do my job when I have to protect an asshole while I really (and I mean it), I really want to kill him?  Tell me. HOW???  And all of those strange and weird and mysterious things about him?  All of these things are driving me mad.  And yeah... My name is Dylan and I'm a girl not a boy. Deal with it!!!

"Aren't you scared that you might fall" I asked him. I noticed in darkness his lips tugging up in a smile. "No." "Why" "Because in the end I will see your face." ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Ryder Quinn was a normal teenager with a simple life. She had a crush on the boy sitting in front of her in the math class and her best friend was a crazy girl that would help her with everything. Until... One night, someone enters her room... from the window. Of course she freaked out, and was about to scream "RAPIST!" on the top of her lungs, and but then she noticed that the guy was injured. And like the sweetheart she was she helped him, even though she never saw his face. From that day on, that guy would appear in her room almost every night, never showing his face, starting a weird friendship with Ryder. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Owww! This is so romantic. It looks like a version of Cinderella's story." Jasmine said with dreamy eyes with her hands on her heart. "Cinderella my ass."

"It's not my fault that what I call fun, people call illegal." *** Nyssa wasn't exactly a good girl. She got in troubles, was thrown into them or made them... So yeah... That's the reason why she got expelled from her sixth school. Tired of her daughter who gets kicked out from every school she goes, her mother decides to take her to the very strict 'F.B.T.G.'  high school which doesn't give up on its students until they are changed into someone better. The problem is... Will the school change Nyssa or will Nyssa change the school? *** "Being bad is an art." I smirked at him. And he didn't let me without one of his. "Well I'm a freaking God damn artist then."