So I’m standing on the sidewalk just in front of the gate of this really old house. It’s an old Victorian, the perfect cliché Hollywood horror house. The paint’s peeled and peeling, the grass’s dead and dying, the walkway’s cracked and cracking and I am standing, watching, wondering. A single tree rises up inside the fencing, stretching its ( Read more... )

There is no other high like this-this rush of adrenaline-it just grabs hold of you and it’s better than drugs, it’s better than sex, its better than fucking everything.

The dealer shoves the pile of chips towards me and fuck yeah I almost lost it all but oh no no I just won it all.

There’s a groan to my left followed by the scratching screech of the ( Read more... )

She'll wake up just like any other day. Do her hair, her makeup, get dressed, eat breakfast. She'll brush her teeth and get her things. She’ll walk out the door, get in her car. She’ll put the keys in the ignition, turn, press her foot to the pedal, drive, park. She’ll be at the school, she’ll climb out, make her way into the building. Students ( Read more... )

I would love to drown in an abyss of drugs an alcohol right not. I mean how can I deal with this…you’re not here to help and that’s what I just can’t deal with. How can you be gone? It just doesn’t make sense and oh how I’d love to just take something, take anything, to make me forget…

Forget that I’m proud, that I’m too fucking proud, too proud to ( Read more... )

Thicky sticky blood oozes out from a massive gash in His head. His fingers, almost of their own accord, keep wandering up His head to touch the mass of gore, making Him flinch from the pain. The rooms seem to spin around Him, the air wavering like a wave of heat. But still He keeps stumbling through the halls, tripping and slipping over loose ( Read more... )

she’s chasing that eight-second high, wanting the monsters to be just as pretty as everyone else. if only they would do themselves up, work as hard as her-picking out the perfect dress, the cutest shoes, spending an hour and a half on their hair their and make up. why don’t the monsters do that? they’re so scary…don’t they want to be beautiful? don ( Read more... )