treat me like you mother

Types of Girlfriends

Aries: Plays hard to get. Fun not serious. Insults you a lot, but does it out of love. Will gush about you to other people not to your face

Taurus: Giggles and gets embarrassed a lot. Shy. Wants to hold you and make sure you’re okay. Random texts telling you they love you

Gemini: Is more responsible to you than they are for themselves. Shows they love you through action not always words. Wants to tell you a million things but scared

Cancer: Makes sure you’re safe. Tries to make you laugh. Happy. Random mood swings. Needs encouragement to not be so reserved

Leo: Clingy. Isn’t afraid to be super weird around you. Doesn’t give a fuck about what others think about your relationship. Random touchiness

Virgo: Needy. Doesn’t like PDA. Tells you about everything. Calls you dumb but loves you to the ends of the world. Lots of hugs

Libra: Very reserved. Very low-key about the relationship but will be there for you to the moon and back. Will hold you while you cry. Takes you on random trips

Scorpio: Plays hard to get until they realize how bullshit the game is when you’re in a relationship. Ride or die. Will punch someone in the face if you insult their s/o

Sagittarius: Shares their music playlist with you. Expects a balance between space and communication. Lowkey about relationship. Chill dates (eating ice cream by the street, naps)

Capricorn: Knows what they want but scared to do anything. Clingy but doesn’t show it. Doesn’t like others to be clingy. Playful punches

Aquarius: “I’m a queen treat me like it”. Wants constant affection. Will mother you. Loves taking you places

Pisces: Wants the best doesn’t expect any less. Isn’t clingy but wants lots of love. You’re their best friend and lover


“Take my hand, Princess!”

Types of Girlfriends

Aries: Plays hard to get. Fun not serious. Insults you a lot, but does it out of love. Will gush about you to other people not to your face

Taurus: Giggles and gets embarrassed a lot. Shy. Wants to hold you and make sure you’re okay. Random texts telling you they love you

Gemini: Is more responsible to you than they are for themselves. Shows they love you through action not always words. Wants to tell you a million things but scared

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Being “fake” (that’s such a cringey term. Can’t we come up with anything better?) doesn’t mean being nice to someone you don’t like. That’s called common courtesy.

Being “fake” (ugh) is treating someone as though you have a relationship that you don’t really want with them. It’s greeting them with a, “I’ve been thinking about you! When can we get together?” and then immediately complaining about them to someone else. It’s leading someone on. If you don’t want to be friends with someone, that’s fine. You can still be nice. But don’t act like you want a relationship with that person. All you’re going to do is hurt them.

anonymous asked:

If the ask box is open how about tsuna xanxus and hibari's reaction of their daughter shooting them on their legs for cheating on their mother and making her sad

- There was something infinitely satisfying about writing this. Thanks, Anon. (^_^)v

~admin Adelheid


Clothes that reeked of wine and smoke and a body drenched in another woman’s perfume. It had become such a regular occurrence now that no one batted an eyelash at him anymore. Not that anyone would dare. 

Tsuna tossed his suit jacket to his butler as per usual before entering his study to get some cognac before bed. It had been a satisfying night filled with fun and entertainment. The woman who came on to him at the bar was pretty frisky too. All in all it was a pretty enjoyable evening.

Until he entered his study and got a hole in the leg.


The sound echoed in the entire mansion like thunder and Gokudera rushed in, leading Tsuna’s bodyguards, guns at the ready, prepared to shoot the bastard who dared harm their Boss. But they all stopped when they all saw who was holding the smoking gun. It was hard to miss the glowing golden eyes of the twelve year old girl who looked like the feminine version of her father.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BRAT?!” Hayato exploded. He would have walked over and cuffed the girl on the back of the head if it weren’t for the fact that she was still holding the business end of that gun straight at her father. “WHAT THE FUCK?! WERE YOU SO STUPID YOU FORGOT TO PUT THE SAFETY ON?! You! Call the Lawn-head! Tell him there’s been an accident!”

But something in your eyes told Tsuna this was anything but an accident. There was something dead serious in the eyes of the daughter he loved very much. It was there in the tearstains on her cheeks. In the utter sadness and rage he could see in his little girl’s eyes. But the thing that caught him the most was the utter exhaustion in those eyes that were the mirror image of his.

“Darling?” he started warily, trying to stand up. “Sweetie..? What’s wrong?”

“Mamma tried to kill herself today,” you replied as you leaned against his desk gingerly, gun still in your hands, steady and trained to shoot. “I hope you’re happy.”

The words froze Tsuna and Hayato. A child your age would have should have sounded hysterical and in a panic. Not this exhausted, nor this derisive.

“I tried to call you but you didn’t pick up,” you continued in a sigh, the dim light treating them to the sight of dark circles under your eyes. “I called Uncle Hayato and he said you were busy but it was pretty easy to figure out from the noise in the background that you were in a bar again.”

“Honey, that’s not true, Papa was work―”

“Shut up before I shoot your other leg.” You cut him off.

Tsuna stayed quiet.

Gokudera, however bristled. “HEY, BRAT! THAT’S NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR FATHER!”

“Oh shut up, Uncle Hayato, you’re as guilty as he is because you always let him do whatever he wants. My mother trying to kill herself earlier is as much your fault as it is his.”

The bomber’s jaw clamped shut at the tired but firm words.

“Honey, you don’t understand,” Tsuna tried again. “You’re still too young―”

“I’m old enough to know that you’re acting like a pig, Papa.” Again Tsuna gaped at his daughter’s words and how you dared to utter words that would have gotten other people killed already just by muttering them. “I still love you despite all that. You’re the only father I’ve got. Despite all your faults you’re good to me and that’s fine. What I can’t understand is how you can’t even find the courtesy to at least check your pockets for other women’s panties before you come back home. Seriously, is that too much to ask for? Mamma was okay living in denial until she saw one of the maids pull your whore’s underwear out of your pants pocket. She gave everyone a smile, made sure we had dinner then locked herself in her room to overdose on her anti-depressants. It’s a good thing Aunt Chrome came by. She knew somehow. She’s with Mamma at the hospital right now. I wanted to stay but she told me to get some rest.

Tsuna swallowed, shame climbing into his throat and blocking his breathing.

You sighed, a tear chasing down your cheek but you hurriedly wiped it away with the back of your hand. The sight broke Tsuna’s heart. “Did you ever love my mother?”

“Of course I did.” Tsuna quickly replied.

The smile you gave him was half amused, half sorrowful. “Did?”

Silence fell in the room and made the air thick with its presence. Tsuna didn’t know what to say. When did he stop loving his wife? He wasn’t sure himself. All he knew was that her neediness, her meekness, her doll like obedience was not something he had wanted for a lifetime partner.

“If you want to shoot me because of this then go ahead, Papa, it’s fine. Just tell Mamma it was an accident.” you gave him a soft smile before leaving the gun on the table and walking away from it. “You should take him to the hospital before be bleeds out, Uncle Hayato, Uncle Ryohei went back to Japan this morning to meet his wife. Try to see Mamma while you’re there. I’m sure she’ll worry about you. Good night.”

Neither men made a move to stop you and listened to your footsteps until they were gone. After a while Tsuna sighed and combed his fingers through his hair tiredly. He cannot dispute his own daughter’s words. Sometimes it still surprised him just how innocent his child could be. How right she could be. How tainted he was compared to his dear innocent child.

“Well?” the don asked on a sigh. “What do you think of my daughter, Hayato?”

The Storm user winced as he inspected his Boss’ wound. “She made sure the bullet went through muscles and not the bone. I say as expected of someone trained by Reborn, Boss.”

“Good. Then maybe she’ll be a better Donna than I am at being a Don.”









Xanxus scowled after you as you stomped out the door of his office in fury, Storm Flames disintegrating things left and right. Squalo didn’t even bat an eyelash at your furious face and destructively dramatic exit. As soon as he saw his bleeding Boss he sighed at the sight of the blood.

“Voi. This is why I fucking tell you to stop getting so fucking buzzed in the strip bars. She’s going to be fifteen soon. You really want to have her kill you one day?”

“Shut the fuck up. She’s just a brat, she doesn’t know I only married her mother because my old man told me to. I’m going to do what I want to do and that’s the end of it. Now go get the fucking peacock. I think the bullet’s still in there.”


Kyouya didn’t even think of dodging. He had come home late that night and found nothing amiss in his den. So when he saw you in his bedroom he suspected nothing.

Until the brat pulled out a gun and shot him in the leg.

He glared at you even as he stood absolutely still and straight, blood running down his leg.

“Pup,” he growled quietly at you. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Herbivore.” Was the equally cold reply.

Kyouya’s eyes narrowed at the insult. “What did you call me?”

“Herbivore.” You raised your chin at him defiantly.

Kyouya frowned. “Watch your mouth, pup. I have yet to see you best me in the dojo. Do not think that just because you have a gun in your hand that you can overpower me.”

You don’t answer and instead throw a thick envelope at his feet, spilling the contents on the carpet. Hibari frowned to see they were pictures. His eyes widened when he saw it was pictures of him and a certain geisha he had taken a liking to recently. The pictures were fairly recent. And quite explicit.

“I was playing with Hibird when I found Mother throwing them away.” Your voice was clear but quiet, and the tremor in it, although faint and would have been undetectable by others was something Kyouya cannot ignore. “According to the letter this woman wants Mother to pay her money to keep your relationship with her quiet or she will post the pictures on the internet.”

Kyouya’s mouth felt as though it had been glued shut. He didn’t know what to say.

“Father,” your quiet voice and troubled eyes made the Foundation leader clench his teeth tight in an effort to fight the shame at the thought that his own daughter had witnessed such a flaw from him. “Is this the honor that I will have to live by? When I marry… Will I be treated the same way by my husband?”

Kyouya’s eyes flashed at the very thought. He would slaughter any man who would treat his daughter in such a way!

“This makes me feel… emotional. I do not like it. I do not wish to keep seeing Mother drowning in her tears. I felt so emotional I even harmed you. Perhaps I should not feel too much, Father, but I cannot help it. I shall go and call Kusakabe to provide you with medical aid.” You put the gun down on the bed and started towards the bedroom’s door. As you pass him by, though, you couldn’t resist one more parting shot. “Father… You disappoint me.”

The closing of his bedroom door sounded like thunder in Kyouya’s ears. He stayed in the same position, wallowing in guilt and shame as he stared at the now bloody photos on the floor.

When Kusakabe found him the man gasped and immediately called for a medical kit. When he saw the pictures even his second in command looked away in shame.


“Yes, Kyo-san?”

“The woman seeks to blackmail me.”

“What should we do?”

“Gather all the data she has. Then burn her to the ground.”

I get it, okay?

You’re bitter. You’re hurting, you’re raging, you’re scared.

I get it, but I’m only human
and my skin is butterfly wing thin, just like yours,
so the claw marks you leave with your words
are wounds I will carry for a lifetime or more.

I get it. You’re breaking before my eyes
and I can’t catch your pieces
because I’m too busy holding my own,
see, you broke me before your first cracks showed.

I get it. This path you are on is heavy with hate
and you hold it for everyone you meet.
You loathe like you love,
boundless and bold you tear through hearts
and beat them like they are drums
but we are not instruments
for you to play until your palms bleed.
You’re burning bridges faster than I can build.

I get it, I wish I didn’t but I do
so listen to my words because I wrote them for you.
Just because I understand doesn’t mean I condone,
just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean you’re alone. 


Things my narcissistic mother says

•You’re overly sensitive!
• You have an over active imagination. I never said/did that!
• you need to be on different medication
•you are a reflection of me
• you’re the one that’s too judgmental!
• I do so much and no one cares!
• you’re crazy!
• you have no sense of humor
• you are too easily offended
• what will people think
• why am I always the bad guy?
• you’re always so difficult
• I can’t say anything around you!
• why can’t you be more like (*insert friend’s daughters name*)
• no one is ever going to love you besides me
• everyone is always against me!
• you’ll regret treating me like this when I’m gone you know!

Titans - fic

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jon Kent
Summary: Damian was a jerk, and Jon was finally going to tell him so.
A/N: Jon being so upset about not being in the Teen Titans made me coo so bad. As always, I imagine Damian had ulterior motives. Technically set after current Super Sons arc. I like making happy endings. I also like sometimes leaving them angsty too. Also reminder that Jon has two dogs, even if Ranger has mysteriously disappeared in current issues. 


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*Requested* Can please do this imagine: you’re comforting Klaus and he realizes how much you mean to him and you two end up making out.

( This takes place after Elijah and Hayley accuse Klaus of using Hope´s blood to sire hybrids. I thought this was kind of fitting for this request. I´m sure you have seen the episode, but if not, you should watch it to understand some occurances. I hope you enjoy. Happy reading my lovelies!)

Word count: 766

Your name: submit What is this?

It´s a dull afternoon, the gray sky reflecting the current mood quite well. You just witnessed Elijah and Hayley throwing entirely untrue accusations at Klaus, thinking that he plans on using his unborn child´s blood to sire hybrids. You were not quite sure yourself at first given his past obsessions with them, but as you saw the look of surprise on his face you knew that he had no idea.

Klaus of course felt the need to punish his brother for choosing Hayley´s side over his and marked him with his hybrid bite, leaving both of them to fend for themselves.

You immediately followed him because you needed him to know that you believe him and that you were on his side.

Y/N: “Klaus wait!”

He completely ignores you as he stomps away, anger and disappointment flooding his mind.

Y/N: “Hey!”

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Somehow I’ve become responsible for a 23 year old child and it’s pissing me off and affecting my mental health.

Wait For It - Daryl Dixon

“Walking dead imagine. Someone picking a fight with Daryl’s girl and everyone getting mad when Daryl doesn’t defend her BUT he keeps saying "she can defend herself” to them and “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” to the person starting drama. When she’s had enough she kicks the person picking on her’s ass and all Daryl says is “I told you not to mess with her”. (That was probably very confusing)

A/N: Actually that wasn’t confusing, I loved writing this one!

Daryl’s POV
There was a new girl at the prison. She didn’t like y/n, for whatever reason. Y/n was minding her own business, sitting at a table sharpening her knife. I stood across the room, sharpening mine. The girl walked over to y/n and poked her. “Can I help you?” Y/n asked.
The girl dropped her knife down on the table. “Sharpen mine.”
“You can do that yourself.”
“No, you can do it for me. Considering that’s all you’re good for anyway.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me bitch.”
“I think I heard you wrong because I know you’re not talking to me like that.”
“Then you must be fucking stupid.”
“I wouldn’t be saying stuff like that if I were you,” I spit to the girl. She ignored me.
“Oh what, now you can’t even speak? Huh?” She started getting in y/n’s face.
Rick tapped my shoulder. “Help her.”
“Nah, she can handle herself, wait for it.”
Y/n sat there sharpening her knife.
The girl shoved her shoulder backwards so she would face her. I’m talking to you, and when I’m talking to you, you answer.“
"Oh, is that how it is?” Y/n responded.
“Hey man, you really should help her,” Glenn whispered to me.
“Nah, she’ll be okay. Just wait for it.
"Yeah, that’s how it is, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” the girl said, getting closer to y/n.
Y/n stood up. “There’s nothing I can do about it?”
Oh shit. Now she was mad.
“You heard me, or are you a deaf little bitch?”
Y/n swung her arm, punching the girl right in the face. The girl tried to punch her back, but she blocked it and punched her again, this time right in the nose, making it bleed.
Rick started to intervene, but I held him back.
The girl stumbled backwards, and charged at y/n. In one quick motion, y/n had grabbed her arm and swung her over, slamming her back on the ground. She punched her in the face once more, and stood up.
“Next time you wanna treat me like shit, think again mother fucker,” y/n spit.
I couldn’t help myself. I stood there chuckling. “I told you not to mess with her,” I told the girl who was laying on the floor clutching her nose. No one bothered to help her, either.
I turned to Rick and said, “What did I say?”
“Damn. You’ve got one hell of a woman, Daryl.”
And that I do.

#01 you fight and make up

I let myself fall on the couch as my boyfriend Luke goes into the house slamming the door behind him, we just came home from an award show, and we were extremely tired. I take my high heels off as I cuddle up on the couch giving my feet a little break from those shoes. Luke was just staring with his arms crossed against his chest, waiting for me to say anything to him, but no, I was still mad at him. We had an argument before going to the ceremony, and we  kind of ignore each other for the entire show. Of course we didn’t act like we were mad at each other in front of the cameras, but that didn’t Change the fact that I was mad. But, in my opinion, I had the right to be mad. Ever since he came back from tour a week ago, he was acting like a total asshole. We’ve been having little arguments through all the week, but I could tell that this one was the worst.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” He says, still staring at me.

“What do you want me to say?” I say looking up at him.

“Well” he exclaim “seeing that I won two awards tonight, you could start by saying ‘congratulations’”

“Okay! Congratulations!” I say with a big fake smile “is that enough?” I stop smiling.

He let out a big groan, running his fingers through his hair. Of course I said congratulations to him while we were on the ceremony, but he was too busy being an asshole to pay any attention to me.

“Okay then, be like that” he groans sitting on the couch next to me “I just don’t get why are you acting like such a b…” He stops himself before saying anything he would regret.

“Like a what?” I say getting up from the couch, staring to get mad again “go ahead, say it!”

He just stare at me without saying anything and shake his head, not wanting to say anything else.

“Oh, wait, did you mean I’m acting like a bitch?” I ask sarcastically “well, that’s funny because you’ve been acting like a fucking douchebag”

“And now I’m acting like a douchebag?” He says letting out a sarcastic laugh “you treat me like your my mother, I’m sick of you telling me what to do, questioning everything I say and following me everywhere I go” he yells “without mentioning how clingy you’re getting”

That really hurt, you wanted to cry so hard and slap him in the face, but you didn’t wanted to seem weak in front of him.

“What?” You say with a shaky voice “I haven’t seen you in months, I didn’t though that expending time with my boyfriend was any bad”

“Sometimes it can be to much” he simply says.

That made my heart broke into a million pieces, I never really though that he would of me like that, I’ve never tried to be any clingy or acting like his mother, but the though of him thinking of me like that really really hurt me.  I stay quite for a couple of seconds, before flip him the bird and going back to our shared bedroom, not saying anything else.  

I take my fancy dress off and change myself into some pajamas. I had tears on my cheeks, but still, I was stopping myself from crying, i didn’t wanted to feel or look weak. I curled up on the bed covering myself completely with blankets and before I knew it I was sleeping.


I was one of those nights where I wake up in the middle of the night for no reason. I didn’t have a nightmare, my body just decided that I should be awake by this time. I look at the alarm clock besides me and it says it’s 3:00 am, I turn my head the other side and saw Luke’s body next to me. This time he was still on his button shirt that he had before, but he was in boxers now, he was breathing heavily, his chest moved up and down in a relaxed way.

I kind of enjoyed watching him sleep, even if it sounds creepy, I like it, he looked so relaxed and pacifist. I sadly smile while I remember what he said to me earlier and a lot of thought went to my head.

What if he decides that I’m not good enough?, What am I going to do?,Did I do anything wrong?, Was he right? Am I too clingy?. Those questions flashed into my head as I let out a sob, but I cover my mouth immediately before he could heard anything.  I get off the bed and run to into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, so I could be alone for at least one minute.

I sit on the bathroom floor letting all out, crying so hard, that my nose was already red and swollen.

The question that was seriously disturbing me was. What I’m going to do if Luke leaves me?. I have spent four years of my life with him and I really didn’t spect this to happen. Even though he hadn’t leave me yet, but the truth is, that if he leaves me, I wouldn’t have anywhere to go.

A knock in the door surprise me and make me look at the door. Of course it was him. Who else would it be.

“Y/N?” He ask slowly “Are you okay?”

“Go away” I sob, hugging my legs close to my chest.

“C'mon” he sighs “Let me in”

Suddenly he opens the door. How could I forget to lock the door?, it was obvious that he would hear me crying at any moment, but I really didn’t wanted him to see me like this.

He kneels in front of me and wipe some tears from my cheeks with his thumbs.

“What’s wrong?” He asks softly.

“Everything” I sob again, rubbing my nose with the back of my hand “it seems like everything is turning bad for me”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s not true” he whispers.

“It is!” I exclaim “you’re going to leave me, you’re tired of me” I cry loudly.

“No no no” he quickly answer “I won’t leave you”

“Yes you will” I sob “you hate me. I have been waiting for you for almost 6 months, and when you come back home you suddenly act like I’m bothering you everytime”

“Baby I’m so sorry” he wipes my tears again.

“No you’re not” I deny stubbornly “you hate me, you practically said it earlier”

“I didn’t mean any of that” he shakes his head, cupping my face into his hands so I was looking straight to his eyes. “Listen to me. I- Will- not- Leave- You”

“Then why-” I start

“I was stressed, Y/N” he interrupts me “I know that that’s not a excuse for being such an asshole, but I guess i haven’t been able to chill a little bit since I came home, I mean, you know we’ve been doing interviews and events this week, and I guess that really stressed me”

“But you didn’t have to take it on me” I cry again.

“I know baby, I’m sorry” he runs his Hand through my hair “I’m really sorry, it would not happen again I promise”

“Okay” I nod slowly “but please, don’t let the stress get you like this, ever again” I sob.

“I won’t, i promise” he smiles and hug me close to him “ I love you so much” he whispers in my ear.

“I love you more” I whisper back. 

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Can u please do a KBTBB headcanon of the bidders reaction when MC wants to cancel or postpone their wedding and he thought it's bacause there is another man but actually it's because the MC got cold feet. Thx a lot 😁😁

I wrote this yesterday late last night and then deleted it like a moron and was too tired to re type it. sigh. so here goes. 

Eisuke: “Who the hell is he?” Eisuke yells as he forces himself up from the sofa you were both seated on. “I will kill him! what does he have that I don’t.” He goes off on one of his rampages and heads over to his drink cabinet and pours himself a large scotch. “Eisuke there is no one else, its me.” You say shyly, he looks over at you with a confused look on his face. “How do I live up to the hype of being your wife? I am just a maid that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. How do i be Mrs.Ichinomiya?” You hear him slam his glass down on the table and hear his hurried footsteps get closer to you. As you look up before you have a chance to say anything his hands cup your face and his lips are on yours. “Never think you are beneath me, you are all I need.”

Soryu: “Well i hope he makes you happy.” He stands and straightens out his suit jacket and heads for the door, before he can grab the handle your hands are on his arm. “What do you mean?” You ask quizically. “Whoever you have chosen over me, if its that no good bastard detective i will kill him.” He says looking down angrily and clenching his fist. you giggle a little and he looks down at your surprised. “I am not leaving you for anyoneSoryu, I am just to nervouse to marry you, you are mafia royalty, you have many woman lined up to be a suitable wife by your side. why me? I don’t know if i can stand by your side and be the woman i need to be for you.” his hand reaches out and strokes you hair behind your ear. “You are my world, I would die a thousand deaths before I could loose you.” He says and gently kisses you on the forehead. 

Baba: “Tell me who has stolen away my princess, at least let me know his name.” Baba says sadly looking down. “Baba there is no one stealing me away, Its the exact opposite, i think.” You say questioning your own choice of words. “You have had so may women in your life Baba, how do i know that i am the one for you? What if you get bored of me and move on to the next woman that sways her way in to your life?” Baba looks at you eyes wide with shock at what you are saying. “How could you ever even think that princess? Sure there have been other women in my life, but none compare to you, they have come and gone before i learnt their names, but you, you are different, you are my life, I wouldn’t have a life without you any more.” “Really?” You ask him feeling much better now, he nods and you run into his arms. 

Ota: “I will kill him, Don’t think i wouldn’t, who the hell is he?” Ota says, his angelic side no where to be seen. His eyes narrow and you swear they glow with anger. “Who. is. he?” He says again each word said slowly. “Who?” You ask, slightly frightened. “The man you want to call the wedding off for.” “His name is Ota Kisaki.” His eyes widen and he stares at you. “What do you mean?” Ota asks. “I cant be the reason your art isn’t accepted any more, women gallery owners are already rejecting your work because we got engaged, The world needs to see your art and I can’t be the reason why they don’t” You say dejectedly. “You are my art, If the world can’t accept that then screw them, I would be happy if you were the only person ever to see my art. You are all i need.” 

Mamoru: “Whatever kid, It’s no skin off my nose, Less work for me to do i guess.” He says refusing to look you in the eye. “Just as long as he knows how much of a kid you are.” “What the hell are you talking about!” You shout at him, annoyed by his reaction, then you notice a tear fall down his face and soften a little. “Mamoru, I am not leaving you for anyone at all, I am not leaving you full stop, I am just worried you think once were married you can be even more of a lazy slack off and treat me like your mother, I don’t want to marry you and be treated like a slave for the rest of my life.” You say feeling a little selfish.Mamoru silently stands up and heads to the kitchen, you follow him with your eyes, He comes back about 5 minutes later with a cup of tea and a plate of sandwiches. “So far this is all I can really do for you, But I can learn and I promise I can do more for you, I didn’t realise i made you feel so unappreciated.” He kisses you softly and hands you the tea, It had no sugars and it wasn’t very strong, but it was a start. 

There we go dear!! I hope you enjoy, love Coral. xxx

A Reminder For Finding Mr. Right

I’m writing this for me, just so you know I’m not trying to spite you and you’re most likely never going to see this list but if you ever do, just know that this list is a reminder for me and I’m not trying to hurt you or call you out for doing all these things. I just need this to remind me of what I need in the future. 

1. I didn’t like that you didn’t get along with my friends. You always looked at my guy friends as competition when you should have seen them as your companions. You should have seen my friends as the support group that were there for me when you couldn’t. 

I will find someone that loves my friends and that my friends will love. 

2. I hated fighting with you. About the little things. We just fought constantly. We had different morals and didn’t agree. And the thing was we were both stubborn and head strong. I didn’t like how you handled me when we fought, you always ran off instead of trying to deal with it. 

I will live by “Never go to bed angry” and talk through every argument until there’s a solution

3. You never steered the wheel. Every decision, every thing we did you never took hold of the wheel. I’m tired of doing everything. 

I will find someone to share the wheel with

4. You didn’t like talking to me. You never called just to talk. You didn’t share your life with me. And you didn’t seem to care about what I had to share with you about my life. 

I will find someone that genuinely wants to know about my day and will share their life with me

5.  You never told me how you really felt, you bottled everything up and blew up in my face. You treated me like I was the enemy. You acted like I was your mother or brother, and like with them you lied to me. 

I will find someone that will be honest with me

6. You didn’t understand me or did you try to understand me. You didn’t hear me out or try to understand from my perspective. You failed to see why those things were important to me. 

I will find someone that respects the things that are important to me

7. You drove a wedge between me and my family. My family is crazy and intense but at the end of the day they are my family. You damaged my relationship with my mom and you didn’t think you were doing anything wrong. 

 I will find someone that respects my family and loves my family as much as me

8. I hated the person I was when I was with you. I had so many trust issues. I was the controlling girlfriend and I never wanted to be like that. 

I promise that I will not be that girlfriend again as long as he shows me that I can trust him

9. You made me vulnerable. You always pointed things out about me that I hated about myself. Sometimes you’d even say things like “Why can’t you be like that?” or “Why do you have to act like that”. 

I will find someone that loves me completely and won’t compare me to other girls

10. You didn’t appreciate me and everything I did. 

I will find someone that will find themselves lucky to have me

11. You weren’t there for me. I know that you have your own life and I have mine but when I needed you the most, you were selfish and you decided to leave me. 

I will find someone that will be there for me 

12. After some time, it felt like you didn’t love me anymore. That you only wanted me physically. I felt disposable and I shouldn’t feel that way. 

I will find someone that sees past the physicality and love me for me

13. You made me feel unwanted. I felt like you settled for me, like you were always looking for someone better. I felt like I was your safety net. 

I will find someone that sees me as their top priority

I’m not saying that I didn’t have any faults during our relationship because I definitely did. I thought you were the one but there were so many signs that showed me you weren’t even close to him. You made me happy for a little while but down the line you stopped and the sadness, the hurt, the bad outweighed the good. It just took me three years to realize. I promise I’ll realize a lot sooner with the next person. I’m sorry that we couldn’t be what each other needed.  I came to accept that we weren’t right for each other. It’s time for me to continue with my life. Even though I’ve accepted it, I don’t want you in my life, I’ll remember you as a lesson and nothing more. Thank you for the lesson.

Your Turn (Simon Dominic)

This is for my homegirl at @k-hiphopshit ❤️❤️  hope you like it!! :D

Originally posted by youngkaezy

    You glanced at your watch, shifting in your seat. You sighed, your brow furrowing with frustration. If he’d been fifteen minutes late, okay; twenty or thirty, you probably could have gotten past it. But forty-five was inexcusable, and you asked for your bill, paid for the appetizer you’d eaten while waiting for him, and left. You’d almost gotten home when your phone began to ring, and you picked up, seeing the name on the screen. “Joanna, I’m so sorry!” Kiseok exclaimed. “I got hung up at work and I just…”

    “You forgot. It’s okay. It happens,” you said, although you didn’t feel as forgiving as your words implied.

    “I’ll make it up to you,” Kiseok promised. “I told Jay I’d go to this party with him tomorrow, but how about the day after?”

    “Sure,” you said, and when you hung up, it was with the usual niceties but something didn’t feel right.

    You were getting ready for your date two nights later when your phone buzzed and you opened the text you’d just gotten from Kiseok. It read: I’m sorry, I can’t make it tonight.

    What the hell?

    You quickly texted back: “how come?”

    “work :/” he replied after a few moments.

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“Why did you call the police, Thalia?”

“What did you want me to do? You’re fucking crazy”

“Thalia Grace, I won’t let yo-”

“Jason is gone, And it’s all your fa-”

“My fault? Is your father’s fault. He left us. The three of us”

“And now you left Jason. Yes, you’re an amazing mother”

“He’s dead now. DEAD. And you’ll be just as dead if you don’t treat me properly. I’m your mother, either you like it or not”

“You’re full of shit”

Thalia Grace discussing with her mother a few hours before she ran away from home. 

@dixonangel ugh yeah I can relate. My mom is also toxic. One time I was crying in the bath tub, and she knocked on the door and I told her to leave me alone. And she said, “but you’re crying” and I said “I know I wanna cry by myself” and she said “But I want to help you” and I said “mom I am trying to take a bath alone in peace” and she said “but you’re crying, I want you comfort you” and I was like “but I am taking a bath and I want to cry alone in the bath” and she wouldn’t go away so I yelled “LEAVE ME ALONE!” and then she said “now you’re scaring me! why are you treating your mother like this?” and started acting like she was the victim because I wanted to cry alone in the bathtub and she has no sense of boundaries


“Is there anything you need to tell me?” Leia asked as you entered the base, you’d just finished seeing Poe off. Leia had chosen her best pilot to go on a secret mission, you just wished it hadn’t been Poe. He was the best resistance pilot, but he wasn’t the best fighter in the resistance; that would be you. 

You should’ve gone with him, you should’ve been at his side. Not because he was your boyfriend, but because he was your partner. So when Leia decided that he would be the only one to go you were pissed.

“No.” You replied curtly. 

“(y/n), you’re clearly upset with me. I know you wanted to go with him, but I just couldn’t risk you running into your brother.” Leia explained trying to reason with you. 

“That’s exactly why I’m upset! You know there’s the pretty big risk of him running into Ben on this mission and you refuse to send me along, he’s my part-”

“Boyfriend? Don’t treat me like a fool (y/n), I’m your mother, you think I don’t know when you’re in love? And you being in love with Poe is the reason I didn’t send you with him. If the two of you got caught I know you’d be the first one to give yourself to your brother in exchange for Poe’s life. I’ve already lost one child to the dark side I refuse to lose another.” Leia said effectively silencing you. 

“I can’t tell if you’re giving me the silent treatment or if you’re stunned that I figured out your secrets.” She said. 

You knew she was right if you and Poe were captured you’d offer yourself up and join Ben if it meant saving Poe, you’d easily go dark. 

“How’d you know?” You asked your mom. 

“Darling, I know I’m old, but I’m not blind, it’s easy to see the way you look at him, how fiercely you protect him, you love him. It’s clear to anyone with eyes.” She said placing a hand on your cheek.

“Poe will be fine, he’ll come back safe and sound.” She said reassuringly. 

“I really hope you’re right.” You said smiling at her, glad that there weren’t anymore secrets between the two of you.

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Forest. // C.H

a/n: okay hi so i decided to post the whole story all in one. this was inspired by a twenty one pilots fanfiction i found online and by a few of their songs and my own emotions. it involves self-harm, suicide, violence and mental illness. if any of that triggers you, you probably shouldn’t read this. anyways, i hope you like it as much as i do. enjoy!!

„The sunset is beautiful“, she said

Calum nodded, slowly.

“Almost as beautiful as you.”

She smiled up at him, her head resting on Calum’s shoulder. She loved to watch the sunset’s with him. It always calmed her down.

“What does the sky look like where you’re from?”

She felt Calum’s muscles tense almost as soon as the words left her mouth.

“The sky back home is always grey. Sometimes even black.”

She huffed.

“I can’t even imagine that.”

“Don’t.” His voice was cold.

“Don’t even try.”

She nodded.

Calum groaned.

“Your mom.”

“I’ll keep it short.”

She sent him a small smile as she climbed down the ladder and through her window, back into her room.

“You know I don’t like it when you sit on the roof.”

Her mother closed the door behind her.

“I know but I like to watch the sunsets.”

“With Calum.”

She looked down.

Her mother sighed.

“Calum isn’t real, honey. We’ve been over this.”

“Right”, she mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

Her mother took a step towards her.

“Honey, I…”

Her mother shook her head.

“Don’t be sorry baby, it’s just that Calum doesn’t exist okay?”

She nodded her head, wanting her mother to leave so she could go back to him.

“You have an appointment tomorrow.”

Her voice was soft.

“With Doctor Taylor.”

Doctor Taylor has been trying to help her since she was nine. He’s one of the few people who actually understand her.

“Okay mom.”

She nodded.

Her mother smiled softly.

“All right, honey.”

She walked towards the door.

“Don’t forget to eat.”

She nodded, once again, and smiled when her mother finally left the room.

As she climbed up the ladder, she could her Calum sing his favourite song.

“I still don’t know what song you’re singing”

He smiled as she sat down next to him.

“Everyone knows it.”

She shook her head.

“At least where I’m from they do.”

“Is it always dark?”

He frowned.

“Where I’m from?”

She nodded.

“Yes. Dark and cold.”

She bit her lip.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. Everyone’s fucking sorry.”

They sat in silence for a while.

“You’re seeing Taylor tomorrow?”


“I don’t like him.”

“I know.”

“He keeps telling you that I’m-”

“Not real. I know.”

Calum huffed.

“I know you’re real.”


He pulled out his razor blade.

“Come here.”

She moved her body closer to his.

He grabbed her arm, pulling the sleeve of her sweater up.


He pressed his lips against her flesh.

“You have way too many scars.”

She wanted to pull her arm back but his grip around her tightened.

“You’re still beautiful.”

He moved the blade across her skin slowly.

She smiled.

“The pain feels good.”

He nodded.

“I know.”

He wiped away the blood.

“Another one?”

She nodded.

He slid the metal across her skin once more.

She pulled her arm back and watched as he cut into his own skin.

“Why do we hurt ourselves?”

He put his blade back into his pocket.

“I don’t know. I don’t know why I feed on emotion. I guess there’s a stomach inside my brain.”

He laughed.

“It’s so dark.”

She looked around, the sky was pitch black.

“It is, but still not as dark as where I am from.”

She sighed.

“I have to go.”

“Is it midnight already?”

He nodded.

She watched him climb down the ladder.

He waved at her one last time before he disappeared in the forest.

“Hello, dear! Take a seat.”

Dr.Taylor smiled at her.

She smiled as she sat down.

“So how are you today?”

He opened his notebook.

“I’m tired, but that’s nothing new.”

He nodded.

“Did you get any sleep?”

She shook her head.

“You haven’t gotten any sleep in almost a week?”

She nodded, watching him write something down in his notebook.

“I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

Dr.Taylor shook his head.

“Don’t say that.”

She shrugged.

“So last time you told me about Calum. Why don’t we talk about him some more?”

She smiled softly.

“Tell me again, what does he look like?”

“He’s really tall. His hair is black and his eyes are dark brown. Almost everything about him is dark, except for his smile. His smile is so..”


She nodded.

“Yes beautiful. He has a lot of tattoos and almost as many scars as me. Doc, I finally found someone who understands me. Someone who doesn’t think I’m crazy.”

He smiled as he finished taking notes.

“I’m glad he makes you happy. Is there anything else about him you want to tell me?”

“Uh, he keeps telling me that he doesn’t want to go back home. He says that there’s nothing but darkness where he’s from.”

Doctor Taylor frowned.

“If he doesn’t go back home, where does he live?”

“In this treehouse we found a few months ago. Well I actually found him there.”

“You found him in a treehouse?”

She nodded.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I usually run into the forest when the voices get too loud and one day I stumbled across this treehouse. As I climbed up the tree I heard someone sing and when I opened the little door I saw him sit in the corner, playing with his razor blade.”

“That’s interesting.”

“I guess.”

“How do you feel when he’s with you?”

“I feel better, he makes the voices stop. I don’t know how he does it but when I’m with him they’re quiet.”

He nodded, eyes focused on his notebook as he wrote something down.

“Your mother told me that nobody but you has seen Calum so far.”

“He doesn’t want to be around my family.”


“Because of what my father has done.”

“He knows about it?”

“Yes. I don’t know who told him though, because I sure know I didn’t.”

Doctor Taylor sighed.

“I think your mind created Calum to help you get through everything that’s happened to you.”

She laughed sarcastically.

“Bullshit, he’s real.”

He shook his head.

“I’m sorry, dear, but he isn’t.”

She huffed.

“Your mother also told me that you haven’t really talked to anyone other than Calum.”

“I don’t know what to say when I’m with them. My siblings look at me as if I’m crazy and my mother treats me like a baby.”

“Maybe you should tell her more about Calum.”

She sighed.

“Why? She doesn’t even think he’s real.”

“He isn’t real, but you get really happy when you talk about him and maybe it’ll help her understand you more.”

“Well if you tell her you told me to talk about him, I will.”

“I’ll talk to her.”

He nodded and looked at his watch.

“Well that’s it for today. I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

She nodded

She couldn’t wait to get back home to Calum.


“What are you going to say about me?”

Calum was playing with his blade again.

“I don’t know. There’s a lot to say.”

She shrugged.

“You could tell them how funny I am.”

Calum said, flashing her one of those smiles that make her melt.

“How sexy I am, how I sing better than Justin Bieber, how I ca-”

“Shut up.”

She laughed, pushing him playfully.

They sat in silence for a while.

“My family thinks I’m crazy.”

He frowned.

“You’re not crazy. Your father is crazy. What he put you through is crazy.”

“I know I’m not insane.”

“Am I the reason why they think you’re crazy?”

She nodded.

He sighed.

“Then don’t tell your mother about me.”

“No, fuck what she thinks. I know I’m not crazy and I know you’re real. That’s all that matters.”

Calum smirked.

“You’re really sexy when you swear.”

She laughed.

“I’m not.”

He passed her his blade.

“I remember when we first met, you were so…”

He huffed.

“So confused and hurt. And so lost.”

She slid the blade across her skin.

“I wasn’t lost.”

He laughed.

“You were really lost.”


She hummed as she watched the blood leave a trail down her arm.

“Why do you always have it with you?”

She asked as she handed him the sharp metal.

“Because you’ll never know when it’s time to leave.”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled and put it back into his pocket.

“You’ll get it someday.”


“He has black hair and really dark eyes. They’re dark brown but sometimes they seem to turn black, that’s how dark they are.”

They were sitting on the sofa, staring out of the big living room window.

“Wow, that’s really dark.”

She nodded.

“He’s also really tall. And he has a lot of tattoos, some of them are covering his arm and some of them are on his chest. I haven’t seen all of them yet, it’s too cold for him to take his shirt off.”

She giggled.

Her mother smiled.


She hummed, looking over at her mother.

“Who is Calum to you?”

“What do you mean?”

She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Is he your friend? Or is he more than that?”

“Are you asking me if he’s my boyfriend?”

Her mother nodded.

“He’s not my boyfriend, no.”

Her mother nodded once more.


She turned her head back towards the window.

She loved to watch the wind blow through the trees in her backyard that lead into the forest.

“Why do you even think I like him?”

“The way you talk about him, you seem happy.”

She nodded.

“Do you like him?”

She flinched as she heard the front door slam shut.

Her mother sighed, her eyes getting teary.

“God I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I let him do so many bad things to you. I’m so sorry.”

Her mother wrapped her arms around her fragile body.

“Why didn’t you believe me?”

Her voice was a whisper.

“I never thought your father would be able to hurt you. You were his princess.”

She huffed.

“I regret not listening to you. More than anything else.”

“Don’t we all.”


She smiled as she watched Calum climb into the treehouse.


He sat down next to her.

“How are you today?”

She frowned.

“I could be better.”


She nodded.

“I’m guessing the voices were loud again?”

“They were screaming.”

He pulled her body into a hug.

“I’m here now.”

She sighed.

“How do you do that? How do you make them stop?”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead.


He smiled.

“Sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind.”

“How do I kill my mind?”

She looked up at him.

He was staring down at her.

“I’ll show you.”

Her heart started beating faster as he pressed his lips against hers.

For once, everything felt right.

She smiled as he pulled away.

“How was that?”

She giggled.

“I felt alive.”

He smiled.


He pulled out his blade.

“I want you to carve into the wood how you usually feel.”

He handed her the blade.

She nodded as she pressed the metal into the wood.


He shook his head.

“Why terrified?”

“I don’t know. I guess because I don’t know what’s around the corner.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know what the future holds for me. I don’t know how long I’ll make it. It terrifies me.”

“But that’s the best thing about life. Not knowing what’s going to happen tomorrow makes you live every day like it’s your last.”

She sighed.

“I don’t like not knowing what’s going to happen next.”

He smiled.

“You’re safe when you’re with me.”

“Thank you.”

Both of them were quite for a few minutes.

“I like you a lot.”

His voice was a whisper.

“I like you a lot too.”

He smiled.


“Did you talk to your mother?”

She nodded.

“How did it go?”

“She didn’t seem too happy.”

Doctor Taylor sighed.

“As expected. It can’t be comfortable for a mother to listen to her seventeen year old daughter talk about her imaginary friend.”

She groaned.

“He is real.”

Doctor Taylor looked up from his notes.

“Dear, I know you don’t want to hear this, but he isn’t.”


She sighed.

“I know everyone thinks I’m crazy because of this, but Calum is real okay? You won’t be able to change my mind.”

Taylor laughed gently.

“I’m seeing that, yes.”

The sky turned pink as the sun was setting.

It looked beautiful.

“Nothing is ever this pretty back home.”

She looked at him.

“What happened? Why are you terrified of going home?”

She immediately wanted to shove those words back down her throat.

Calum looked at her with black eyes.

“My story is very much like yours. I’m terrified of my father. I was tired of having to hide whenever my dad got too drunk and destroyed everything he came across. I was tired of having to use my body to protect my sister from my father’s fists. I was tired of getting beaten unconscious. So I left.”

She felt the tears in her eyes.

It hurt her to know that Calum had to go through so much pain.

“What about your sister?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know I think she lives with her boyfriend now.”

“I’m sorry, so sorry.”

“I know. Everyone’s fucking sorry.”

She took his hand.

“I mean it.”

He smiled.

“Alright, Dear. Your psychiatrist and I want to start you on a new kind of drug.”

She frowned.

“What? What kind of drug?”


He paused.


She looked at him confused.

“It treats anxiety.”

She nodded.

“It’ll make the voices stop, hopefully.”

“But I have Calum for that.”

Doctor Taylor sighed.

“It also treats insomnia. You need sleep, you look like a zombie.”

“I’m okay.”

“Dear, you’re not. You look exhausted.”

“I am fine.”

“It’s what’s best for you.”

She laughed sarcastically.

“Since when does anyone care about what’s best for me?”

Doctor Taylor sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

She huffed.

“Everyone is.”

“So, last time you told me that we all stay in place because we don’t want to lose our lives. What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, we all have this routine, we wake up every morning and go to school, or work and then we get home every evening, watch tv or read and go to bed. And we repeat doing that every single day, for probably the rest of our lives, because we’re terrified that if we change our routine we’ll lose everything.”

Dr.Taylor nodded, taking notes.

“What interesting thoughts you think.”

She smiled.


Her mother sat down her mug and smiled.

“What’s up baby?”


She wanted to tell her that she’s in love with Calum, but the little spark of hope in her mother’s eyes stopped her.


“What’s for lunch?”

Her mother blinked in surprise.

“Uh, I made pasta. Why? Do you want to eat with us?”

She swallowed hard.


“Okay wait so let me get this straight.”

Calum began.

“You tried to eat your pasta with a knife, insulted your brother when he wanted to give you a fork, fell off your chair when your brother pushed you playfully, listened to your mother talk about her book club and watched her burst into tears when your brother mentioned your father.”

“Yeah, that’s all that happened.”

He laughed.

“Sounds nice.”

“It was.”

She smiled.

She rested her head on his shoulder.

He intertwined their fingers.


She hummed.

“I, I think I’m in love with you.”

Her heart fluttered.


He nodded.

“I think so too.”


She nodded.

A raindrop landed on Calum’s nose.

“Oh, it’s raining.”

She looked up into the sky.

“It’s grey.”

He nodded.

“I think we should go inside.”

He nodded, once more.

She climbed down the ladder, through her window and back into her room.

When she noticed he wasn’t following her, she looked outside.

He was standing by the trees.

He blew her a kiss, before he disappeared into the forest.

“Are you okay?”

Her mother frowned.

She nodded.


Her mother watched her pour milk into her bowl of cereal.

“I didn’t know you like Lucky Charms?”

She smiled.

“It’s Calum’s favourite cereal.”

Her mother nodded.

“Momma? Will you sit with me?”

Her mother smiled and sat down next to her.

“I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

She put her spoon down.

“I’m in love with Calum.”

Her mother’s mouth dropped open.

“Darling, I..”

She shook her head.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted to tell you.

Her mother put her hand on her back.

“He’s not real, that’s not healthy. My poor baby, I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head.

“Stop saying that.”

Her mother sighed.

“But it’s true. Calum isn’t real.”

She stood up.

“He is.”

She wanted to scream.

“No he isn’t.”

Her mother hid her face in her hands.

She huffed and ran out of the kitchen, out of the house and into the forest.

She found herself standing in front of the tree that was carrying their treehouse.

She fell to the ground, the voices in her head getting louder and louder.

She screamed.

“He is real. He is real. He is real.”

Her fingers were pulling on her hair.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

The voices suddenly stopped screaming at her.

Her mind calmed down.

He sat down next to her.

“I’m real, and I’m here.”

She grabbed his face with her hands.

“You’re real.”

He nodded.

She pressed her lips against his.

They just sat like that for a while.

Soaking in the other person’s company.

Their lips were moving in sync.

His hands were all over her body.

But as his fingers travelled further down, she became more uncomfortable.

“I can’t.”

She shook her head softly.

“I’m sorry.”

He nodded.

“It’s okay.”

He moved to sit next to her.

“What are you feeling?”

“I feel scared, I have a weird feeling in my tummy. It feels as if what we just is bad. And I feel dirty. The kind of dirty you can’t wash away.”

Something inside Calum clicked.

His eyes turned black.

He stood up and started pacing around the treehouse.

“I should kill him. I should fucking kill him. I can’t believe he did that. What a fucking monster.”

He was screaming.

She was scared.

“Cal, please stop screaming.”

He laughed.

It was a dark kind of laugh.

“I scream, you scream, we all scream.”

She mumbled,

“Cause we’re terrified.”

He nodded.


He looked at her.

His black eyes scared her even more.

“He ruined you. He broke you and god knows if you’ll ever be okay again.”

A tear rolled down her cheek.

Calum looked out of the small treehouse window.

“You have to go.”


He groaned.

“Because I said so.”

She nodded gently.


And for the first time since she met him, she left the treehouse in fear.

“What’s wrong?”

Her brother looked at her confused.


She turned her head to look at him.

“You’ve been sitting here all day, are you okay?”

She shook her head.

He sat down next to her on the sofa.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She laughed softly.

“No you’ll think I’m crazy.”

Her brother sighed.

“I know you’re not crazy. You just don’t know how to deal with everything that’s happened to you, but that doesn’t mean you’re crazy.”

“Do you know about Calum?”

He nodded.

“I sometimes hear you talk when you sit on the roof.”

“Wait, you can hear his voice?”

She smiled.

“No I can’t, I only ever hear you, but mum told me you’re talking to your imaginary friend Calum.”

She huffed.

“He’s real but whatever.”

“Are you going to tell me what happened now?”

She nodded.

“Yesterday Calum tried to touch me, you know the dirty kind of touching, and I suddenly got a weird feeling so I told him to stop, he then asked me what exactly I was feeling and when I told him his eyes turned black and he started screaming things like ‘I should fucking kill him’ and then he told me to leave and I”

She was crying.

“I don’t know what to do.”

He looked at her with wide eyes.

“What did you feel?”

“I felt anxious and dirty and ashamed of myself.”

Her mother walked into the living room.

Tears were running down her cheeks.

“I heard what you told your brother, baby I’m so sorry.”

Her mother sat down next to her.

“We’re here for you, nobody’s going to hurt you again.”

She nodded.


Her mother hasn’t left her side ever since she found out what happened.

She wanted to run to the treehouse and talk to Calum, but her mother watched her every move.

“Will you help me cook?”

Her mother smiled.

She shook her head.

“I’m tired actually. I’ll take a nap if that’s okay?”

Her mother nodded happily.

“Of course! You need your sleep.”

She nodded and walked into her room, locking the door.

She opened the window and climbed down the ladder.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she could see Calum stand by the trees.

She ran up to him.


He smiled.


He wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m so sorry for what happened, I didn’t mean to yell. I’m sorry.”

She nodded.

“It’s okay.”

Calum pressed his lips against hers.

“Let’s go, the treehouse is waiting.”

They started walking further into the forest.

“Please remember that if you ever need me, I’ll always be here. Silent in the trees.”

She nodded.

“But why are you telling me this?”

He stopped walking.

“I don’t understand why everything I adore takes a different form when I squint my eyes. Have you ever done that? When you squint your eyes and your eyelashes make it look a little not right?”

She looked at him and squinted her eyes.

She took a step back.

“You’re not who you’re supposed to be.”

He took a step towards her.

"No don’t look at me like that, this is not what you’re supposed to see.”

“Who are you? What are you?”

He could hear the fear in her voice.

“No, no, baby, please remember me.”

She shook her head.

“Calum what is happening.”

He took her hand.

“Please remember who I’m supposed to be.”

“This isn’t real, am I right?”

He looked at her confused.

“What do you mean?”

“This is all in my mind, isn’t it?”

She took a step back.

He shook his head, laughing.

“Of course this is all in your mind, but that doesn’t mean it’s not real.”

He took a step towards her.

His eyes staring directly into hers.

“You can see me.”

He moved closer to her, his lips touching her ear.

“You can hear me.”

His lips kissed their way down to hers, brushing over them gently.

Tingles rushed down her spine.

“You can feel me.”

He took a step back.

“If you can see, hear and feel me, why wouldn’t it be real?”

She took a deep breath.

“Maybe because it isn’t real for anyone else.”


He laughed.

“So maybe you’re not real.”

Calum froze.


“Maybe you’re not real.”

“No, baby don’t say that.”

“Everyone tells me you aren’t, my mum, Doctor Taylor, even my brother.”

“Don’t listen to them. I’m right here. I’m right in front of you, look at me!”

He was screaming.

She shook her head, eyes staring at the ground.

“I’m real, do you hear me?”

She buried her head in her hands.

“Let me think!”

She was screaming.

The voices were screaming.

Everyone was screaming.

“I’m real.”

“You’re not.”

He was crying.

“Look at me, I’m real!”

She shook her head.

“You’re not real. You’re not real.”

And then she felt a stinging sensation in her cheek.

Both of them froze.

“Did you just-”

“I am so sorry, I didn-”

“Get away from me.”

She was crying.

She felt alone and scared.

“Baby plea-”

“Leave me alone!”

She started running out of the forest, back to her house.

She could hear him scream.


She went to bed as soon as she got back home.

Her mother was sitting on a chair next to her bed when she woke up.


“Hi momma.”

“What happened baby?”

She sighed, her eyes swollen from all the crying.

“He hit me.”

Her mother’s mouth dropped open.

“He hit you?”

She nodded and sat up.

“I kept screaming that he’s not real and he was crying, trying to convince me that he is real but I wouldn’t listen and then he just, he hit me.”

She was crying again.

Her mother stood up and sat down next to her.

She rested her head on her mother’s shoulder.

“I am so so sorry, my love. I’m so sorry.”

She huffed.

Her mother started crying.

“Oh, dear. I’m so sorry.”

Her brother opened the door, her mother’s phone in his hands.

“Uh, mum it’s Doctor Taylor.”

Her mother stood up and took the phone.

“Hello, Doc. Yes, she’s back home.”

She was silent.

“Yes, she was.”

Another pause.

“No, I don’t think so. He hit her.”

And another pause.

“Yes, yes. That would be great, thank you.”

She sat back down and looked at her.

“We’re going to see Doctor Taylor in a few hours, why don’t you try to get some more sleep?”

She nodded.

“Will you stay with me?”

She didn’t want to be alone.

Her mother smiled.

“I will.”

“I don’t get why we’re making such a big deal out of it.”

Doctor Taylor sighed.

“Why do you think we shouldn’t make such a big deal out of it?”

She shrugged.

“He just tried to touch me.”

Her mother bit her lip.

“But you didn’t like it?”

Doctor Taylor looked at her mother.

“No I didn’t.”

“What did you feel when he tried to touch you?”

She looked down.

Her mother put her hand on her shoulder.

“I felt dirty. Dirty and ashamed and it felt bad. As if I did that before and it was bad.”

Her mother started crying.

“Why are you crying momma?”

She felt lost.

Doctor Taylor coughed.

“Dear, there’s something your mother and I haven’t told you yet.”

She looked at him confused.

“Tell me then?”

Her mother took a deep breath.

“Your father, he-”

A sob took over her lips.

“He abused me, I know.”

“That’s not all he did.”

Doctor Taylor closed his notebook.

"Your father did not only abuse you physically and mentally.”

He paused.

“He also abused you sexually.”

Her mother closed her eyes, tears running down her cheek

Her mouth fell open.

“He, he raped me?”

Doctor Taylor nodded.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry.”

Her mother grabbed her hand.

“I love you, I’m so sorry.”

She pulled her hand back.

“Why don’t I remember? I remember everything else he did, but not the sex.”

Her eyes were glued to the floor.

She could hear her mother’s sobs.

"That was a severe amount of trauma for a child that young, dear.”

He paused and took his glasses off.

“It’s not surprising that you repressed those memories.”

She shook her head.

“Why did no one ever tell me?”

Doctor Taylor sighed.

“We knew it would’ve been a lot for you to handle.”

“We’re so sorry.”

Her mother interjected, tearfully.

“So so sorry.”

“And this is where Calum comes in. You started seeing him only a few days after it happened.”


She was confused.


His voice was soft.

“Calum is a coping mechanism. He’s not real.”

Her mouth opened but closed again.

Everything started to make sense.


She wanted to tell them that he’s real but things were starting to fall into place.

“Oh. Oh god. Oh my god.”

She felt tears run down her cheeks.

“But we kissed?”

She buried her face in her hands.

“I’m sorry.”

She squeezed her eyes shut.



And then everything turned black.

She woke up in her bedroom, her mother asleep on the chair next to her bed.

She sat up.



“How are you feeling?”

Her mother sat up.

“I feel weird.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Could you get me some water?”

Her mother nodded.

“I’ll be right back.”

She smiled as she closed the door behind her.

She opened the window once her mother was gone.

As she was climbing down the ladder, the voices in her head started screaming.

She started running towards the trees as soon as her bare feet touched the ground.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she ran further into the forest.

She stopped running as soon as she saw nothing but trees.

She wanted to scream his name, she wanted to tell him that everything made sense now, that she understands, she wanted to beg him to come back, but Calum wasn’t real and he wasn’t going to come back. Not anymore.

She looked around, remembering his words.

“You promised that if I ever need you, you’d be here. Silent in the trees”

Her voice was hoarse.

“Why won’t you speak?”

Everything was becoming darker, darker and colder and she was shaking. She was lonely and cold and she wanted him back. She needed him back.

Her skin suddenly felt too tight and she couldn’t breathe, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t breathe.

Her body fell to the floor, she was screaming his name, begging him to come back. But Calum wasn’t real, he wasn’t going to come back and all she had left were the voices in her head, blaming her for everything that happened. And she knew nobody could ever love her.


She was sobbing.


She was clawing at her skin, nails digging into her flesh, ripping.

Her words were echoing through the forest, bouncing from tree to tree and she could feel the words sink into her skin, coating her bones.

“I need you! Where are you?”

She clawed desperately at her skin and it hurt, it hurt so fucking much but it felt so good and it made her feel alive. It proved her that she was real.

“I’m real! I’m fucking real, why aren’t you?”

Her eyes were staring up into the black sky.

“Why aren’t you real?”

Her throat was sore from all the screaming.

She was slamming her head against the cold forest ground, hoping it would make everything stop. But it didn’t.

She stopped her movements when she realised that the treehouse, their treehouse, was right in front of her.

She stood up slowly, the memories of Calum and her kissing, singing, laughing, touching, clouding her mind.

She almost broke down again when she opened the small door of their beloved treehouse.

It was dark and cold and quite.

She just sat there for a while, not saying a word.

She smiled when she noticed his blade lying next to the words she carved into the wooden floor.

She carefully picked the sharp metal up.


She repeated the word over and over again as she was pressing the razor blade into her skin.

She didn’t move it across her skin though, she moved it down her arm.

One big cut on each arm.

She smiled as she watched the blood drip onto the floor.

Her eyes closed slowly as she started to feel dizzy.

Something inside her was screaming for help, begging her to stand up.

But she didn’t care.

She was tired.

So tired.

Her funeral was small.

Her mother was sobbing as she was staring at the coffin her daughter’s body was laying in.

Her brother was blaming himself for not helping his little sister.

Her Doctor was praying that she was better now, up there in heaven.

And all three of them couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw a tall boy with black hair, dark eyes and an arm covered in tattoos walk up to them.

Amos and Cedric’s relationship always bothered me. Amos does care about Cedric but it always felt he treated as some sort of trophy much like how mother treated me. You can see it in the book and movie that Cedric isn’t comfortable with this. He pulls back when his father does this and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole reason Cedric enter the tournament was to make his father happy. And it bothers me that we never see that addressed.