I lost the only thing that's been keeping me alive and sane. I tried everything. My nightmare came to life and my life turned to Hell within a second. Two words broke me.
All warmth left me through the fiery tears that fell down my cheeks. All my happiness vanished into thin air. And the colors I once saw in the world, fade to black and white.
The world seems so blank. There's no color except red. Red like the blood that, though hasn't left my body, is splattered across this blank world of hurt and sadness. Black and white. And red.
While everyone screams at me to not give up and keep my head up, all I can think is "Why?" Why be happy just for it to be crushed? Why love just to end up hurt? Why lean on me when I can't even hold myself up?
Dear fans of my other books, I won't be writing very much. Just earlier I was working on a chapter for Burn Me to Butterflies but it will be a while before I can get the strength to even look at my creations. I'm sorry but please understand. If I don't even want to move, I obviously don't want to do anything.
Please.
Someone.
Save me.
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The Two Sides of Motu
RandomThis is for my thoughts, feelings, and anything else I decide to put in here. Mostly rants I bet... WARNING: I do have dark thoughts and dark times. If you're not ready to know what I'm really like, exit this now.
