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trapped in a cage. a cage you walked into. and calmly locked. locked yourself in. locked the world out. thought you locked the evil out. but the evils inside. inside the cage. inside you.
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trapped in a cage. a cage you walked into. and calmly locked. locked yourself in. locked the world out. thought you locked the evil out. but the evils inside. inside the cage. inside you.
away from here. where it's warm. so warm that your skin sticks. sticks to everything. stick together. my mom told me and my sister. watch out for her. she's too young for this. this alone. I left.
He reminded me of a shackled beast at first, the man that life dragged my way. His bloodied, raw wrists were incased in choking chains, every bit of him was beaten, bruised and bleeding.
Before I knew it I was on my back Held down by your legs and hands. I couldn’t feel the kisses that you trailed down my neck. I sighed, although it wasn’t out of contentment.
I flicked the lighter on, off, on, off; the glow of the flame illuminating my face in the darkness of the attic.
#nightdwellers. #adventchallenge. Glitter speckled sky. I watch as the world floats by. Not quite an ivory tower. I find myself enslaved and under your power. The embers of my heart no longer burn.
Sorry I know I said it wouldn't be late but I was obsessing over James Arthur <3 love him <3 anyway, here it is!.
She found herself in a green meadow. It was the middle of summer, and the sun sparkled like an amber gem.
OMG. Didn't realise it was so long. Haha. •Chapter 15 - Do I Have To Make You?• •Kai I moped around the school hallways with a frown planted firmly on my face.
Dark water disguised drags me into it's lies, but they're mine. I can't hide as the tide closed in over my head. Hope is the distant lighthouse I can't reach, choking on words unable to speak.
Seven years. Seven years since I was fool enough to let that precious thing slip out of my grasp, splinter into a million pieces and shatter. Shatter my hopes.
A story never told, Your cards were folded as soon as they were dealt, I've lost trust in myself, I just need to find you so desperately, Don't run from me now, my sanity, This frail state of...
I walked over to Octavius's lifeless body. I felt tears stream from my eyes and down my face. I couldn't leave him there so I grabbed his arms and pulled him outside.
You're trapped inside a mental tower Growing angrier by the hour Your shackles are tight and you cannot move But even so, you mustn't lose You scream and try desperately But even so, you can't break...
YAY. Finally. I really like this part. It's been relaxing to write, as I don't have as much homework now. :D enjoy ;) •Chapter 10 - I Deserved It• •Ammi• I still can't register it all at once.
Take me down to the bridge by the river, Tell no-body, Drop me into the icy waters, Mourn me.
Part 3.....contains swear words I have in my grip this warm arm, the realisation that it's an arm suddenly hits me and I drop it with such force that it hits the side of the wooden bed.
Cold is the night, trees bare of color, my only view from this damp cellar. The only sight outside I have ever known, human compassion I was never shown.
Why does the sun have to come and ruin my night.
Her emaciated face loomed into view and he drew in a deep breath. She was as pale as a magnolia petal, dark shadows beneath her eyes.
Yelling, screaming Bitch of 'healing' Somewhere,tonight, A heart congealed Numb from love that left it bleeding The beating rhythm of a soul unyielding Glint if revenge in the eye, Whilst the...
I check the stitches in my heart daily, The ones you forced me to sew. I know if I tried to love you, even faintly, You would kiss, kill and go. Emails, calls, texts, These were your hunting grounds.
(Story idea if I don't carry on with Black Swan.) (Don't know what name to use for a title!) I sat on the damp street tears mixed with rain drops rolling down my face.
You punched me, With a fist. It's better than, Being kissed. My hair you, Sharply tugged. It's an improvement on, Being hugged. On my small foot, You always stand. I'd prefer it to, Holding my hand.