One chat, four dorks, one misadd... Could it lead to forever? Only time will tell. [Most parts are unedited and will not be edited whatsoever]

Hi, I'm Hallie; I am 17 years old and I went through depression from the Abuse I got from my father. You know the usual, feeling as if you're the only person who won't feel loved in life, that nobody's going to care for you, the one in school that's bullied. The only person who has ever asked if I was okay, was my mother. But that was over eight years ago. Yes I was getting abused by my father for over eight years My appearance is different from what you may think. I have long brown hair, grey eyes like my mother's, I'm kind of tan, my height is 5'3. Yes, I am short as well. I'm half Irish, a third Italian and half German. One thing is certain though, I was a burden to everybody who has ever spoken to me. I have no friends and basically this all changed due to me being late for school one day.... ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜~ -Mature scenes -Abuse -Sexual Assault -Drugs -Alcohol -Mention of Suicide -SelfHarm -Violence ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ If you are ever having any issue with Self-Harm, a friend is or your just worried about someone. These are some places you can contact. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline- 1800-273-8255 Mobile Crisis Line- 704-566-3410 The Crisis Text Line- 741-741 Domestic Violence Hotline- 800-799-7233 Text START to 88788

My cousin broke her heart. I'm going to be the one to fix it. I'll do everything I can to. *mature themes, language, trigger warnings* Started: May 11,2022 Completed: August 28, 2023

"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.

There he was, staring at me with his stupid smile. The only light hitting him was the yellow-ish kitchen light hanging on top of his head. "what're you doing here so late?" I asked hoping it was me "Your mom didn't tell you? My parents just left town to go look for a job, I'm staying with your family" "you better be lying" I answered His eyes looked at the floor, kind of disappointed "I'm being serious" he mumbles in a low tone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Roy, babe, I don't know what you can or can't hear. But I love you, you adorable bitch. I don't know what happened or how, but I know that when I find out who did this, I will ruin their lives. I know you have a pretty low self esteem, but hell, you managed to turn a straight guy Bi so you must be something. I've never cared about someone so much for them to leave this fast....so please.....please Wake up" The worst part is that I can hear him, every word. I wanted to explain to him everything, but I couldn't. I was too weak. I couldn't even open my eyes to see him. I felt him come lay next to me on the hospital bed and he held my hand. But he got up before the doctors came. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm not gay. I know I'm not. I've never thought about it, so I'm not. But then, why do I always stare at him when he walks by? Or why do I get all weird when I'm around him? Too much is happening too soon, and...I kind of like it But....My parents will never approve ~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING:this story is (boyXboy) and I won't tolerate any comment that is offensive or inappropriate! this story contains strong language and mature content! Now if your still here, hey sis. Ily :) TYSM FOR 1.66k READS :) I NEVER THOUGHT ID MAKE IT, THOUGH IT SEEMS LIKE A LITTLE BUT IM REALLY GLAD YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT💗💞💟

I thought I had been broken before. Boy was I wrong. I have never been in so much pain. *TRIGGER WARNING* PSA: this is in NO WAY trying to sexualize or romanticize mental health issues. when i wrote this i did not intend that, but i see how it can seem that way. i would like to use it to bring attention to those problems and mental health awareness. i love you all. thank you for so many reads.

My name is Crystal. I always dreamed of escaping this small little town (also known as Enchantment) in New Mexico (and yea, that is in the USA) I mean, seriously. I'm going to the high school that everyone in my family has gone to. It's so repetitive. My life I mean. Get up. Go to school. Cheer. Homework. Bed. See how I actually said homework? Yea, I thought so. That is why I'm a geek. But a popular one at that. Yes, I am head cheerleader, and no I'm not Snotty McSnottypants. I'm actually really nice. ********** His name is Chase. (And btw, I absolutely despise him!) He does anything anytime and anywhere, and he is kinda the quarterback. Ya. Now. We kinda got teamed up for a project, and I seriously wished I was dead. I am probably the only girl in the town who can't stand him. He should go die in a pit. But I have to work with him, or I will fail. So, I guess I'm gonna have to live with it (or at least pretend to) before he drives me insane, wait. He already did.

My entire life my brothers have treated me like I am a fragile baby and they still do. Some of it is for their amusement and some of it is because they are just way too overprotective. There are four of them and one of me, not to mention they are all older, so there isn't much I can do about any of it. Asher is my oldest brother at 24. In my opinion, he is the most overprotective. He is a high school math/history teacher and he is also our legal guardian. Aiden is the second oldest at 22. He is somewhat overprotective but I'm pretty sure he just babies me for the fun of it. He just graduated college and is a dentist. He graduated high school and college early pretty early because of a program he was in, while in high school. The program helped him graduate early and take the necessary classes early. After Aiden, there is Austin who is 17. He's fairly overprotective of me but like Aiden, I'm pretty sure he just babies me for the fun of it. He'll be a senior this upcoming school year. That leaves Anderson as the youngest of my older brothers at 16. Anderson is the least overprotective of me and mainly just babies me to humiliate me and for his amusement. Now the only person you haven't met in my family is me, formally at least. I'm Avery and I'm 14 years old. This is my life as the baby brother.

I'm nothing, I've always been nothing. I can't do anything special or recognizable, and I have nothing besides anything I can get away with hiding. I have no family, I have no friends, I'm government property because my parents were fucking assholes and abandoned me. I hate everything except the things that get me through everything. I wasn't sure how I ended up here, but apparently I have zero decision of what I'm allowed to do, and now I get to share a bus with a ton of people to "build character" whatever that bullshit means. I just want to be left alone for once and fade into the nothingness I am.

I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.