|Just to see how this works! (And to see how nice you guys are.) ^_^|
Fright Night Commission CharleyxAmy/ JerryxAmyCommission For crshh- Fright Night
“Amy,” Charley breathed. She was laying there on the basement floor, pale and desolate. From his position at the base of the steps he could see her chest rising and falling faintly.
“Hey, Charley,” A voice called casually. He spun around, clutching the crucifix in his hand tightly.
“Come out, Jerry!” He shouted into the darkness. His neighbor’s laugh echoed eerily around the room as the vampire slid out of the shadows. Jerry came to stand between Charley and Amy, throwing disdainful glances at her body on the floor.
“I have to say I am surprised you made it down here. I was hoping you’d confront me in a room with a big chair I could sit in for the effect.” He smiled, baring elongated canines. Charley steeled his resolve.
“Amy. Is she-
America x Suicidal!Reader: The Hero
“I’m always so worthless, so alone. Nobody would care if I up and left…” I muttered to myself angrily. I stared despondently at my hands that were clasped together on the table in front of me and sighed. “I can’t keep smiling any longer. It hurts to live. Hurts so much…”
“Hey, ____!” A loud voice called, my head snapped up and I felt a plastic smile spread over my face. I blinked rapidly to push back the tears that had been sitting in my eyes as my friend Alfred slid into the booth across from me.
“You know, it’s funny seeing you here, ____.” He said with a boisterous laugh, throwing his hands behind his head and reclining as much as the booth back would let him. I dug my nails into the inside of my wrist to keep smiling. Alfred winked at me.
“Have you eaten yet?”
EnglandxSuicidal!Reader- God Save the Queen
If you are prone to cutting triggers please don't read this! I don't want to hurt anybody.
Hot tears forced their way into ___'s eyes as she walked home from school miserably. Her f/c book bag was slung over her shoulder haphazardly and her h/l h/c hair hung in her eyes. She kept her eyes to the ground in front of her and stepped over every crack with one foot, then the other one; making sure that she never stepped over a crack with the same leg in a row. It eased the uneasy feeling of being off balance and wrong. Her phone buzzed in her pocket but she ignored it, even though it was blaring "God Save the Queen"- Arthur's ringtone.
Arthur was important to ___, you see. He had stood up for her before when her tormentors saw fit to ridicule her at school, at the library, anywhere. Instead of answering the phone she ignored it and hurried home before she made a scene. As soon as ___ entered her house, her mother was there in
JapanXSuicidal!Reader- Cherry Blossoms
You’ve always felt it, even when you were smiling and giggling giddily with your friends. There, buried beneath the laughter and flood of dopamine was a dark monster that threatened to swallow you whole. Its mouth yawned in your consciousness like an abyss, spewing dark and terrifying thoughts into your mind.
You had considered it.
Ending your life.
In fact, you’d considered all the ways to die. Slit wrists, the arteries on the neck, a quick blow to the temple, a gunshot, a rough rope around your neck, even the little pills your doctor had prescribed to keep the monster at bay in the first place.
Your parents were so proud of you. So proud. They’d seen the little scratches on your arms that looked like you had arm wrestled a thorn bush. After they worriedly took you to a therapist and got you a prescription the marks had ceased, much to their praise and relief.
At least the ones on your arms.
Your legs and stomach were riddled with scars; some of them formed w
Hey, World. I'm 15, I like Fencing, Archery, Tae Kwon Do, Horseback Riding, Writing, Singing, Acting, and I LOVE my dog and cat.|
I'm also attending early college in VA where I'm studying Bio-Chemistry and Bio-Ethics for genetic engineering projects, etc, etc.