I thought my past was behind me, little did I know it would come back to haunt me. I was taken and abused as a child, never again. Now I'm the one labelled the villain. I don't spare bad people, I kill them, and I love it. I thought I could trust the men who made me fall so hard for them, I just couldn't see past the lies. Once again, I'm reminded you can never judge a book by its cover.

I'm sick of crying tired of trying. Yeah I might be smiling but inside I’m dying. They don't know me or what I've been through, yet they still judge me. I've been through hell and back. I've seen and heard awful things. After what I've been through I dont see how they affect me, but they do. They call me the mute emo dork. I guess why it hurts so much is because its true.

I thought I was their friend, but they treated me badly as they use me, acting like I am puppet to them for them all to use as they expect me to take all the beating and the pain they all cause me. I push myself away from it all, hopeing for all the pain to go away as I pretend that I felt nothing this whole time, when the pain felt like I was drowning, dying inside, but not this time, they have pushed me too hard, I ain't backing down this time round, it's my time to shine, either in their blood or pain - C.W.

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

I'm done with this bullcrap. I'm done being beaten by the very people that I know are supposed to protect me. So I ran. I felt like no one was chasing me, so I stopped for a quick break. As soon as I sat down, I regretted it; Seeing multiple pairs of red eyes looking at me through the darkness of the night. Crap. *COMPLETED*

"His hands were all over me, his clammy grasps everywhere. The stench of his overpowering aftershave was almost unbearable. I tried to move away but the hands only seized me tighter. I couldn't breathe. This was wrong. So very wrong. I opened my mouth to scream..." Rachel cannot get away from her past. For the past four years, she has tried to forget and her pain and betrayal has never left her- her recurrent nightmares were proof of that. But keeping her terrible secret has taken its toll- is it possible that someone else is suffering as a result of her cowardice? Will she be able to stop it in time? Will she ever be able to love and trust? And most importantly, will she be able to save herself? All she has is a list, an aching heart and desperation for freedom.

'What does it feel like to be loved? What does it feel like to belong? What does it feel like to have a family? Thats just the thing. I don't know. All I've ever known is the hate and abuse I face every day. Everyday. Everyday fearing what comes next. Fearing what new horrors Harvey has come up with. Always. Everyday. Everyday waking up to pain. Everyday wanting to die. Everyday being unable to relive myself of the pain. This is my life.' Meet Hope Evans. Abused. Mute. Broken She feels like nothing could ever fix her messed up world. But when the school's bad boy comes flying into her life, things start to change. For better? I don't know.

"I didn't kill him." I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it. I know that he's alive. "I didn't kill him." He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now. They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged. "I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out. No one answered. I began rocking back and forth. "I didn't kill him."