I’m a bad person.”
You scoffed, “yeah? What’d you do exactly, kill someone?”
And at that you fell silent. As your smile disappeared, I heard you sigh.
“What’d you do?”
“I broke someone.”
“…how? People don’t break that easy.”
I flashed a pained smile, “well it sure wasn’t that easy.”
“That’s not what I meant, people don’t break that easy. Now you might think she’s broken, but she’s just hurt. She’ll heal.”
“How are you so sure she’s not broken?”
This time, you flashed a pained smile.
“I know how it feels, or exactly, how it doesn’t feel and the hurt is proof enough that she’s not broken.”
You held your breath,
“‘cause when you’re broken, you can’t feel a damn thing.
Me (JNH). you’ll know when you break, you’ll feel every emotion there is to feel all at once, all at once and then nothing.
There once was a girl who was alone and rejected from society. She had a mom who had cancer and a dad that wasnt much around. Her best friend abandoned her for the popular crowd. She reached out to this one girl on the internet not knowing that the girl had hidden motives as well as the girl who contacted her. They exchanged emails and was ready to get revenge on the one person who left her.
She then met a guy who ended up being her best friend. In the course of a year she has witnessed so much horror at such a relatively young age. The girl she turned to all those months used her and ended up betraying her once again just like everyone else in her life.
A year has passed and with all that horror and betrayal she has managed to win back the most important person in her life; her best friend and has made some positive changes and has even made some new friends during that crazy ride.
This girl is now filled with so much life and is so happy and knows that she is in fact loved. Something she has been wanting for such a long time. The girl that was once a caterpillar has now bloomed into a beautiful butterfly. ❤️💜💛💙💚🏳️🌈
Day 22: Sam Lewis spent the evening playing chess at his friends house.
It was about midnight when they finished their game, then he started
home. Outside it was icy cold and quiet as the grave.
“Does it have a reason why you act like you don’t know me in public?”
Harry’s whole body whipped around, shock all over his features.
I rolled my eyes at his reaction. I was so fed up with this.
“You act like you don’t know me lately. You don’t touch me, whenever I try to kiss you, you turn your head to the side. Are you embarrassed of me or something?”
I saw the confusion on his face, the frown on his forehead and his eyebrows furrowed. He probably didn’t expect this but I was just so sick and tired of his behavior whenever we left our apartment.
“Baby, no.” he said and took a few steps closer to me.
“No, of course I’m not embarrassed of you.”
“Oh, you’re not?! Then why do you act like you want nothing to do with me?!”
“Babe, you’re absolutely overreacting, it’s-”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I laughed incredulously.
“I’m not over reacting, I only speak my mind! You know it’s normal that girlfriends and boyfriends hold hands while their out or maybe even share a little kiss from time to time! But whenever we’re out together you always keep your distance and don’t do anything at all! It actually hurts, you know? It hurts when your boyfriend acts like he isn’t even with you.”
My strong facade began to crumble and tears were brimming my eyes. Maybe I was overreacting but I was hurt.
“Love, I never meant to hurt you.” he whispered.
“Then why are you like this? Do you not want to be with me or something?”
“No, no, no. God, no. Of course I want to be with you, Y/N. It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
A loud sigh left his lips, his fingers ruffling his hair.
"I want to protect you.”
He wasn’t looking at me when he said that, his eyes set on the floor. His breathing was harsh, his hands in tight fists.
“Protect me from what?”
I rolled my eyes at his words. We had this conversation so many times and every time I told him the same.
“Harry, we’ve talked about this before. You know I don’t mind all that stuff.”
“No. I know that you always tell me you don’t mind all that stuff that’s being said about you but I don’t believe you. I don’t believe that you don’t care about it when people talk bad about you, about us. You can’t possibly tell me that you don’t mind people taking pictures of us when we want to have a private moment. I-”
“Harry.” I interrupted him, taking a few steps towards him.
“No, let me finish. There are so many articles about us out there and stupid rumors that aren’t true at all. It feels like nothing about us is private even though it should be. Our whole relationship is on display, for the whole world to see. And I don’t like that. I want to protect you from those people who take ugly photos and write fake stories. I know I can’t protect you from them but I try to, as best as I can. I want our relationship to be as private as possible. PDA doesn’t really help with privacy, does it?”
Harry was smiling sadly at me. I knew exactly what he thought, he felt guilty. Guilty because he couldn’t give me what I wanted. At least he thought that but it wasn’t true. Not at all.
“Harry, I don’t want us to be all over the internet either. I want us to have a normal relationship. At least as normal as possible. And normal couples don’t act like we do when we’re out. I know that pictures of us are taken and I know that stories about us are written. I don’t want them to control our relationship. But that’s exactly what they are doing right now. I know you feel guilty for putting me into this situation but I love you. And no matter what other people say about us, my feelings won’t change.”
Harry took the last few steps over to me, wrapping me into a tight hug immediately. My arms were tightly around his neck, pulling him tighter to me.
“I’m so sorry.” he whispered into my neck.
“It’s okay.” I sighed.
“No it isn’t.” he said and pulled back from our embrace.
“I shouldn’t make you feel like I’m embarrassed of you. I shouldn’t make you feel like I don’t want to be with you. I love you. And I’m sorry for hurting you like this. I don’t want to be so distant with you when we’re out together. I won’t let them keep controlling our relationship.”
His voice was sad, his face as well. I knew he didn’t mean to hurt me.
“It’s okay, really. Just don’t be like that again, yeah?”
“Yeah. I promise.”
You and Shawn get into a fight, but of course it gets resolved.
couple unnecessary swear words that I felt like putting in there.
“Will you quit trying to run away from me (y/n)?” Anger is
written all over Shawn’s face. His voice is dripping with anger and irritation.
“I’m not running away from you, Shawn. I just don’t know if
I can do this anymore.” You reply, already defeated and tired of this
conversation, tired of the many conversations you’ve already had just like this
“Do what?” He immediately replies, his voice cold.
“Fight with you all the time.”
“Then lets not fight.” He says as though it’s actually that
simple. Most of the anger from seconds earlier has disappeared from his voice,
and you know he’s tired of all of this too. He’s tired of fighting.
You just look at him. You know that he doesn’t want to fight
with you any more than you want to fight with him. You don’t reply, so he
continues. “I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I
know that it’s been hard lately, but I don’t want to lose you.” He pauses,
before continuing, “But I don’t know if I can keep chasing you while you try to
“For the hundredth time, I’m not trying to run from you
Shawn.” You snap back.
“But you’ve been so distant.” He replies.
“I’m distant? You’re always fucking busy.” You know you
shouldn’t have said that. It’s not his fault he’s busy all the time. He tries
to make time for you, and most of the time he does a pretty good job, but
sometimes it is hard for you. Sometimes you just need your boyfriend and he
just can’t be there for you. You shouldn’t hold that against him though, and
you know that.
He exhales loudly, running his fingers through his hair and
looking at the ground. He does that when he’s stressed. He’s been doing that a
lot lately. “I can’t help that I’m always busy. I have a job. I have a career.
There’s a lot that’s out of my control and you know that.”
You take a seat on the couch, bringing your knees up to your
chest and curling into yourself. You two have been squaring off for long
enough, and you’re just tired. You don’t want to be angry at him anymore. “It’s
not your fault. I know it’s not your fault.” You admit, looking up at him.
“Then why do you keep blaming me? Why do you keep holding it
against me?” He genuinely wants to know. He wants to fix this. You both want to
fix this. And that’s how you know that this relationship isn’t over. You guys
have fights just like any serious, genuine relationship does, but you always do
what it takes to get through them. That’s how you know that you are going to
stay together. Both of you have committed to seeing this relationship through
despite all the hard times, despite everything working against you two.
“I don’t mean to blame you, or make it feel like I’m blaming
you.” You say evenly. You’re on the way to resolving this fight. You’re on the
way to making up so you make sure that you don’t let yourself say anything in
such a way that will set off another screaming match or war. “But I have a hard
time too with your career.” Shawn opens his mouth to respond. But you keep
talking instead. “Wait, can I just say everything and get it out then you can
talk for as long as you want?” You ask.
“Yeah, go ahead babe.” He says, and you can almost tell that
he’s bracing himself for what you’re about to tell him.
“Okay,” you take a deep breath trying to get everything out.
This is important. This is communication. You’ve been dating long enough to
know the importance of communication and sharing things that affect your
relationship because keeping it inside will only make it build up and explode resulting
in a much bigger mess than it would have been otherwise. Even though you know
you should share things right away, sometimes you still end up keeping things
inside more than you should. It’s just a part of who you are because you always
think that it’s better not to bring everything up, but sometimes that’s not
“Shawn, baby, you know I love you more than anything. And
I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work because you make me
happier than anyone else in the entire world, and I’m so lucky to have you. I
know that. But all I’m saying is that sometimes it’s hard with your job.
Because we’re eighteen Shawn, we’re both supposed to be at university, our
biggest problem being accidently getting too drunk at a party and not making it
home. Or midterms. Midterms should be our biggest fucking problem. Because we’re
eighteen.” He really looks like he wants to interrupt, but he doesn’t out of
respect for you even though he has a lot to say. You continue, “And I get that
things are different with us, and that you were made to do what you do. I
wouldn’t ever want you to be doing anything else because I know you wouldn’t be
happy. But I’m just being honest when I say it’s hard for me too sometimes.
It’s hard to never see you, to always worry that you’re going to get sick
because you’re always flying everywhere and you never sleep. It’s hard to
always have people talking about you and about us. It’s hard to see how much
pressure you have and how you barely ever have the opportunity to just let
loose and be a kid. It’s hard to know that you have to be an adult all the
time. I’ve seen you be an adult since you were fifteen, and that’s not fair.
You should have been in high school with me, but you were traveling and
working. I know this is what you want. I want it for you, but sometimes I get
bitter at the things it took from you too. The things it took from us.” You
finish, all your energy drained from you. You don’t know how he’s going to
react to that rant. He could be really angry. You don’t even want to look up to
see if he is. You did just attack his entire career and everything he’s worked
so hard for, after all, even though you didn’t mean to and it came out a lot
worse than you had intended. This is why you keep things inside.
You feel movement on the couch next to you signaling he sat
down. He still hasn’t said a word, and you still haven’t looked up, not really
wanting to know if you’ve angered him and only made this fight ten times worse.
You feel his arms around you, and he easily pulls your body into his lap. You
rest your head on his chest, treasuring this closeness that doesn’t feel
hostile, for the first time all night. “I love you,” He says. “I love you for
caring about me so much, and for worrying about me. I know that my stress adds
stress to your life too. I know its been a crazy ride, and I know things
probably would have been easier for us if I never posted on vine and just ended
up going to University instead. Sometimes I think about that too, you know? But
there isn’t any going back, and I am thankful for my career. But I’m more
thankful that you’ve been by my side through all of it. I never knew that it
affected you this much, I knew that the distance and busyness made it hard
sometimes, but I didn’t know you felt that way about it. I’m sorry.” He says,
and I interrupt immediately feeling guilty for ever making him feel like he
“No, babe. Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry for your
“I’m not sorry for my career, well kind of. I’m sorry for
the way that it makes your life difficult. That’s not fair to you. It’s my
career. It’s my responsibility.”
“And you are my
boyfriend, so your career is my
“It shouldn’t be, though.”
“I’m sorry I told you all of that. I didn’t want to tell
you. That’s why I haven’t mentioned it until now, and now I wish I never said
anything. I don’t want you to feel guilty. That’s not what I was trying to do.”
“I know, it’s okay,” He holds you a little tighter, kissing you
on the forehead. He stares down at you for a few seconds before saying. “I
fucking love you.”
“I love you too.”
“And I really am thankful that you’ve stuck with me through
all of this. Thanks for not walking away no matter how many times we fight.”
“Thanks for just being you, Shawn. Your career is a huge
part of who you are, and I love you all the more for it, even though it makes
things hard sometimes.”
“I know I say this a lot, but you really are the best thing
that’s ever happened to me.”
“And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You
pause before adding, “I’m glad that I’m dating you and not someone that goes to
my Uni because I’ve met a lot of guys there and none of them even come close to
“I would hope so.” He replies half-jokingly before kissing
me on the lips. “I didn’t know you were checking out guys at your Uni, I better
step up my game.”
I just roll my eyes. “Trust me babe, you’ve got them beat by
a mile, even if you’re not even in the country.”
a/n: Just something really short that I had in mind, I’m kind of a sucker for mysterious daredevils.
Don’t take those small roads where there’s nobody when you’re alone at night, especially if you’re a girl. Such a simple tip but because you chose convenience over safety you completely ignored it. Oh, how you wish you didn’t..
With a knife pressed right below your ribs the man in front of you threatened to stab you if you didn’t hand over your belongings. “Give me everything!” He yelled.
“I don’t have any more!” You cried out with shaky legs and sweat dripping from your forehead. He already had your purse and there was nothing in your pockets. What more could he want? You smelled something sour mixed with a heavy scent of alcohol, so you could guess why the robber is being like this.
He groaned in annoyance, “You dumb wrench! I said everything!” The knife was pressed even further onto your skin and you feel the pain, looking down you could see yourself actually bleeding from the cut.
once upon a time, there is a girl. every story has a girl and every girl has a story, and this would never be any different. the girl believes in magic and the girl believes in love, and the girl believes in so many things it’s a wonder the world hasn’t swallowed her whole. the girl lives and watches and experiences - she doesn’t see love & magic & kindness. she sees heartbreak & loss & cruelty. and this isn’t the story of a girl changing the world, but the world changing a girl. for she believes what she sees and she sees what she believes until the world is nothing but a place to drift until death. and this is how the stars go out; not by explosions but with one girl.
Marie (bunny, right) runs her own deep space recovery operation. Not an easy task, but she’d been fortunate: she had made a small chunk of money from a fortunately-timed sale of the rights to an FTL front-end application she’d developed. Having sunk the whole of it into a pretty well-kitted-out purpose-built recovery ship, Lapine Recovery has been doing okay since. Not turning a huge profit, but more or less breaking even.
The thing with deep space, though, is that you often bump into total weirdos. Shaking and strung-out, looking like he’d not slept in days and repeatedly counting and recounting a fistful of discount coupons, Thom Manson had been behind her in the line for a Bugrito stand in one of the sector’s grubbier rest stops.
If she’d not been so dumb as to ask him what was up–it was curiosity more than any inclination to help, really – she wouldn’t have been drawn into a garbled, circular conversation about the thing that Thom believed were crawling around the storage bay of his vessel. This vessel, it turned out, was a vast former cargo ship, bought repurposed by REZQ, that new deep space recovery operation that seemed to be everywhere these days.
While she wouldn’t normally be lending help to a huge corporate rival like REZQ, Marie had a couple hours to kill while her vessel had its O2 system cleansed, so she agreed to help Thom take a look. When she got aboard Angel Fish, the REZQ vessel, realised that Thom was running the place alone, and saw how many Speed Coffee cups were rolling around, it didn’t take long to figure out that the source of his paranoia was more likely to be the side-effect of amphetamine-fuelled sleep deprivation than any extra-terrestrial creepy-crawly.
Still, Marie let Thom shove a heavy-duty nailgun into her arms to back him up while he combed the cargo bay with a flashlight. When she’d reassured him as far as she possibly could, she gently untangled herself from the situation, and was relieved when she was back on her own ship, Lapine One. Before she set the hop primer and jumped her ship away, though, she bookmarked the transponder details of Angel Fish. There was more going on there, she thought, and it would be interesting to keep an eye on things.
“C’mon Gabe, pleeeeeaaaase? Just one movie?” You could not figure out why in the world the angel was so adamant about not watching a horror movie with you. “Pretty pretty please Gabe? I’ll even let you pick the movie.”
“Ughh… Fine. But I’m picking the movie AND the snacks!” Gabriel rolled his eyes at you before poofing off, presumably to the kitchen to get snacks. Knowing him, he was going to show up with gallons of candy. That angel had a sweet tooth to put a little kid to shame. You heard the flutter of wings behind you and turned to find Balthazar behind you.
“Hello, (Y/N). Where is Gabriel?”
“He’s going to get snacks, meaning candy. We’re watching a horror movie. Wanna join?”
“I would love to join you.” As Balthazar answered, another flutter of wings sounded, and Michael was standing there beside his brother.
“What’s going on?”
“We’re watching a horror movie as soon as Gabriel gets back with candy.”
“Oooo. What movie? Can I watch too?” You smiled and rolled your eyes as you answered.
“Sure but I don’t know what we’re watching, I let Gabriel choose.” Two more wing flutters and Gabriel was there with Lucifer and lots of candy. “Luci!” You exclaimed as you gave the fallen angel a hug. You and him had a closer relationship than the rest of the angels. He knew how it felt to be cast out by family, which was a feeling you knew all too well too.
“Hope you don’t mind if I join you guys, (Y/N)”
“Of course not Luc, what are we watching Gabe?”
“Drum roll please!” Everyone in the room, angels included, rolled their eyes at Gabriel’s theatrics. “We….. Are watching….. Dracula!” Then, everyone went to the living room and got comfortable to start the movie. Halfway through the previews, you looked over to see the floor around Gabriel littered with candy wrappers.
“Gabe, how have you eaten that much candy already? It’s been like ten minutes! No more!”
“Aww….. can’t I have one more piece?”
“No Gabe! That’s too much sugar for even an archangel! Now, shut up and watch the movie.” You could hear the other angels snickering as Gabriel grumbled about being an “all-powerful archangel” and not being “bossed around” by a “puny human”. You couldn’t help but smile as you turned back to see the previews over and the movie starting.
You yawned and stretched as you stood up after the movie ended.
“Well, that was fun but I better get going, business matters to attend to.” Michael disappeared and shortly after, Lucifer made an excuse and left, followed by Balthazar, leaving you alone with Gabriel.
“It’s really d- dark in here.” You smiled hearing the tremor in his voice.
“Awww… Is Gabe scared?”
“What? N- no. I- I’m an archangel. Archangels aren’t s-scared of a little v- v- vampire.”
“Poor Gabey Baby. Do you want me to stay here with you?”
“Please?” he sighed.
“Scoot over.” You walked over to the couch and laid down next to Gabe. “Goodnight Gabe.”
Just an hour after they proclaimed their love, he continued to find ways to make her blush until all the rosy colors in the world were extracted and injected into her cheeks so that not a drop of the color existed anywhere else. “I honestly just want to to spend my life with you.” he said. Who would have thought that at 3:34 am she would be so awake and full of life. She was ready, at 3:34 am on Christmas night, to give her life to him, and he knew she felt the same he did, she didn’t even have to mutter a word.
You’re at a crime scene and is about to solve a case where there has been a break-in and a theft, there seems to be a lot to write down. You take out your notebook and then realize that you forgot to take your pen and eraser with you. Luckily, you noticed on the way to the crime scene that there was an store that sold such items just next to the crime scene. You hurry there and a notice a package with a pen and eraser in it. The package costs a total of £1.10. It says on the package that the pen costs £1.00 more than the eraser. When you’ve paid for them you go back to the crime scene.
But how much did the eraser cost?
Next week I will post the answer. Please do, if you want to, send in your answers to this! You don’t have to! It’s only training not a test.