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Just gonna post my entirety of a writing thing I've been doing because I made the mistake of showing someone I don't know if I could or should trust entirely, so in case I ever need proof I had the stories first and it's my writing. Or do I just have trust issues lol. (ALSO yes I'm skipping episode 13 because it was written by someone else with my permission but we aren't in contact anymore and I'm not going to share that as I'm not sure he's ok with that)

Anyways! Presenting: The Stars that Touched the Skies

TW for literally everything coming at you

TW: The following episodes may include suicide, abuse, harassment,

rape, depression, blood, gore, trauma, loud noises, and anything else that may

trigger you. This content is not made for children or immature people. This is

serious, and NOT something you should do. Viewers' discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: All of the following stories are purely fictional. These are not

real people, however, they are real problems. The creators of these films are

safe and have no plans of hurting themselves or others. Season 1

Episode 1: Mute Bunny

A small child, around 2, left in the alleyway, their mother leaving her, laughing her heart out in the

back of a limbo. A homeless man stumbles upon the child, sheltering her. 2 years later, the police

find them, taking the child to a foster home. She stays there for 4 more years, watching all the kids

leave. She still hasn't learned how to talk, and finally, finally, a couple appears at the door, holding

out their hands for her. A blur of paperwork later, the kid is taken home, and put in a room. The next

day she goes to school, still not knowing how to speak. The kids laugh and the teacher calls her to the front of the class. The teacher proceeds to slap her, berating her for not speaking. She returns

home, is fed and cleaned, and then the same thing happens, she goes to school and still doesn't

make a peep. 2 more weeks pass, and the teacher speaks with the couple. When they get home that

day, the woman sits down, trying to teach the kid. The next day, she falls ill, and gets progressively

worse. There is no cure, and months later, she dies. When she got sick, she stopped teaching the

kid, so the kid still doesn't know how to speak. When the man's wife passes, he becomes angered,

especially at the kid, and begins abusing her, yelling at her to speak. This continues until the girl is

12. At the end, she walks down the street, smoking, and finds a road, stepping in front of cars,

causing an accident, and killing herself. (Ivy)

Episode 2: Halo of Blood

She's happy, and has been, or so everyone sees. A 14 year old, who is coming home to his small

chaotic family, all smiles and cuteness. But she keeps her mask on. Disappearing to her room, she

sits, drawing, the flashbacks hitting her instantly, stuff she's never told anybody she remembers. Her

birth father, pinning her half sister against the wall. 12 years ago. He begins to undress her. She flails

around, he slices her back with a hidden knife. Raping her, the blood splashing onto the girls face.

Her mother comes in, shouting, pulling him off, but hes bigger, he hurts her too. The scene flashes

away, almost like it's drowning, and the next one, Another one, hitting her mom, making her scream,

her brother asleep next to her. This one drowns too, and she sits up, gasping for breath, shaking her

head, trying to clear it all away. It's only gotten worse, with the bullies, with her parents not liking her

grades. They saw her cutting, and were angry. She finds her hidden knife, tucked in blankets, her

grip tightens, and she jumps out her bedroom window, leaving it open. The knife leaves a trail of pink

water, and she walks to the nearest jail, asking for her birth father. She sits, speaking with him. The

moment there is no one there, she lunges at the glass, breaking it, stabbing the man to death, his

blood splattering everywhere. Gasps ring out, she stands up, the blood creating rings around her.

She meets every one of their eyes, shaking, and she takes the knife down on her own heart.

(Journey)

Episode 3: Stars on Snow

He was happy, his life perfect. Or so he thought. When he made it to middle school, he made new

friends. People he wanted to help, to make happy. They were all hurt and broken. Everyday, he

stayed up, talking to them, trying to help. The stress began to wear on him, he kept trying, but he

started snapping, yelling sometimes, hurting them more. His best friend left, she couldn't handle his

shouting. Hurt, he left her alone, trying not to miss her, but he did. He kept trying so hard to help his

friends, but he couldn't. He tried so hard. Until he snapped, the day he watched his old best friend,

carried away in an ambulance, after trying to kill herself in the school bathroom. He ran out onto the

field, scratching his arms, until he bled onto the snow, each drop containing all the pain of his friends.

He fell to his knees, riddled with pain and sorrow, feeling like he wasn't enough, watching the blood

stars turn into rivers, then lakes, until he stumbled back, falling, the blood moving faster than him.

The black hit him and he bled out that day, his vision speckled with those same red stars. (Jaden) Episode 4: Bandage the Heart

When she was a girl, she had fallen, scraping her knee. Her mom placed band-aids on her knee,

promising her the band-aids fixed all the injuries in the world. The girl had smiled, and nodded,

believing her mother. Years later, her mother was gone, taken from them, ripped away. And now she

stood there, her heart snapped in pieces by all of them, her arms, legs, and chest covered in

band-aids. The blistering waterfalls of the shower fell on her back, making blisters appear. She’d put

band-aids there, but it wouldn't help. Her mother had lied, the band-aids couldn't fix her heart, or her

mind, or any of her injuries. She stepped out, smelling the smoke and alcohol from the living room,

where her dad sat, rotting away, since her mother was taken. She dressed, covering herself in more

band-aids, before coming to the kitchen, eating an apple. She glanced around, then stood up quickly,

walking to a cabinet, pulling out pills. She filled up a glass and swallowed all 20 of those pills. She

passed out and never woke up again. (Lily)

Episode 5: Ruby Eyes

He didn't really remember the times before the divorce. It had happened when he was little, and now

he strays between his father’s and his mother's house. Today he sat on the couch in his mother's

home, writing out a story of the people he wished he was. His mother called out to him to get off his

laptop and feed the dogs. So he began the long process of feeding the dogs. Heating the can,

measuring. His mother watches from the sidelines. He finishes, setting down the food. He returns to

the couch, typing away again. His mother stomps in, throwing his tablet at him. He dodges,which

earns him smacks in the face. He flinches at each hit, as his mother scolds him. Shes in tears, and

she just freezes. Then she tells him to get in the car. He goes in the car, sitting in the back. His

mother begins driving, they drive for hours, until they’re in the mountains. And shes driving like a

crazy person, TRYING to kill them. Attempt after attempt. Until shes pulled over. He sinks in his seat,

sobbing. His own mother is trying to kill him and herself. Later they return home, he retreats to his

cold room. He couldn't help her, or his best friend. And it was causing him all this pain. Might as well

cut the string and end it all. And thats wht\at he does. Finding the gun in the cabinet,loading it.

Shooting it, his shot uneven, but enough to pierce his brain, the blood dripping into his eyes. (Hunter)

Episode 6: Alone in the Void

He could hear his breath, echoing on the empty cold walls. He sat, shivering. He’d been like this for

months now, just in his cold bare room. He had torn down his poster, he had taken everything and

shoved it in his closet, months ago. He liked it better. Cold and empty. Just like he felt. It has been 12

days since he last went to school. He refused to leave the room, he hated school, and he hated

being with his family. They always made him feel so horrible. Pointing out every fault, laughing at

him. So he stayed here, alone, with his stuffed cat, his fish, and his white scissors, that are no longer

white. They have been deep red for a while now. He loved the way there were now splashes of

white, otherwise red with tinges of a pink around the white, where the blood had seeped in. Yawning,

he closed his eyes, listening again. He could hear the noise of his mother cooking dinner. He sighed,

thinking about the last time he was at school. He had been slammed into the locker so hard his ear had bled.Those mean words rolled around in his head. He couldn't be hurt by these, he was a

teenager now. He wasn’t a kid anymore. But those words…they were said by his biggest crush. And

it hurt, like knives piercing him. Nobody wanted him here anyways. He walks to the window, looking

at the pavement, 3 stories down. He looked at the bustling streets with a sigh. All those happy

people. He breathed in, listening to his heartbeat, which echoed around the room.He sighs, rubbing

his throat, thanking his last thoughts, before using the scissors like tweezers to rip his throat out. And

for once, that cold room had a bit of warmth to it. (Chris)

Episode 7: Hope is Gone

That child had meant everything to her. EVERYTHING. And it was all gone. She lied there, in pain,

blood soaking her. And the child was dead. A waste. All of it. It was over. The doctors rushed about,

and all she was. Was numb. She hadn’t even seen her child. They had whisked him away frantically,

and came back what felt like hours later, telling her the baby was dead. Her heart had shattered, and

now. She was alone. Nobody to hold onto. Nobody was here to share the pain she felt now. All she

could do was cry. She knew they were calling her name, but she couldn't hear them. Alone. Silence.

Her cheeks stung with the amount of tears she had cried. That baby was what kept her going for the

past 7 months. She couldn't bring herself to kill herself because of that baby. And now the child was

gone. Alone. Her vision blacked out. She woke up fine, and like a robot, got into her car and drove to

her tiny apartment. She moved up the stairs, into her apartment and sat, staring out the window.

That happy child eating his ice cream, running happily to the park, his mother hurrying after him. She

grimaced. That was hers. That was supposed to be hers! She bit her lip. She had never felt

such…such…hatred. She couldn't bear the pain, so she shut the curtains, locking herself away from

the world. She moved blankly to the kitchen, making herself food. She wasn’t being careful, or even

paying attention. She burned and cut herself, not even flinching or shedding a tear. She didn’t even

notice. Halfway through, she turned off the stove, going back to the window. Her lips twitched as she

watched those happy kids. From below, all they heard was the shattering. And then the body hit the

ground. (Sam)

Episode 8: Binding Sound

The stage lights blinded her as usual, her heart pounded. She hated every second of this now. Why

had she liked this before? The fans screamed along with the lyrics. The truth was, she had wanted

this. But not really. She hated the stares, the attention. She hated all the people, all the money, the

way everyone thought of her. They only thought of her as a robot, and she was stuck between the

fans and her family stealing the money away. She was out of breath now,and she could finally leave

until tomorrow, where it would all start again. She was escorted away, surrounded by the guards.

Cursed with never being alone. She lets out a heavy breath, entering the fancy car, gagging at the

new car stench. People said it smelled wonderful. She hated it. Bad memories. The driver brought

her to the hotel. They both sat in serine silence. She meets up with just one security guard at the

entrance. He would watch over her for the night. She nods at him, retreating to her room. She went

in, immediately tearing off her dress and wiping away the makeup. She was out of her mind at this

point. Glancing around, searching the drawers for anything. Something discreet, so the guard couldn't prevent it. She grabs her headache medicine. And any other drug she could fine. She

hurries to the kitchenette, swallowing all of it. And she lies down on the plush bed. And she never

wakes up again. (Zoe)

Episode 9: Demon Chandelier

Those eyes. They scared her. She didn’t know why. They sent shivers down her spine, reminding her

of the demons that were there. MAybe it was the shape. MAybe it was…who knows. She shakes her

head, moving away from the boy. Back to the task at hand. Taking a sharp breath, she goes back to

her computer, working on the playlist. She was uploading all the files she had built yesterday. Those

songs were from her heart and she hoped would please her friend. Was she really her friend or

just…No. Back to the task. She works on the playlist, dreading going home. But its time comes and

she begins the walk, balancing on the edges, giggling to herself, with her music up high. Nobody

cared what she did here. She was free. A rare smile crossed her face. She giggles to herself, falling

over. She jumps up, running home, praying its a good day. The moment she steps through the door,

she freezes. Its not. She can feel it in the air. She runs into her room. The air feels…dead. Its new,

but familiar. The air of the hospital. She begins to cry, already knowing what this means. Her mom

peeks in, shaking her head, before leaving. He didn’t make it. He lost. THEY lost. She sobs, biting

her wrist. Her dads dead. They said it’d happen, but they prayed, like every family. Only a 50%

survival rate of this cancer. And she was unlucky enough to have her dad in the unsuccessful. She

stays there long into the night, her mother long asleep. She walks to the door leading to the

backyard, but pauses in the garage. She glances around. She creeps over to the cables, breathing

heavy. She wants to see him again. And these cables are what will get her there. In a flash the

deeds are done, and she has become the chandelier. (Madison)

Episode 10: Stumbling Tears

They couldn’t see anymore. Their vision was too blurry, too many tears. Back then, it was only a

scrape. But now. That's when they had ruined it all. When they had been snatched away and flown

to Florida. When they had been given to the Mistress. And today, it wasn’t any different. Tears welled

in their eyes, blurring their vision, They were bruised and bleeding, but they lay there, curling up,

knowing it’d make the punishment worse. Resistance was not allowed here. They’d bleed until they

couldn’t walk, and then clean all the blood up with a single rag. If they missed a drop they’d be hit

more. It was not strange anymore, just expected. No mistakes allowed. They cleaned the blood after

the Mistress had left, then stumbled into their room, staring into the mirror, their bloody clothes, the

streaks the tears left on their face. The mirror was long cracked, a shard missing, level with their

head. It was sharp, and everybody who stayed here had cut themselves with it. The inside was

stained with all the blood, they weren’t forced to clean that blood. But…nobody had died yet. Maybe

they wanted that. To be dead. Did they? It was misery, but didn't they want to live, to dream of

freedom. Freedom is nothing if you can’t hold it in your hands. They ran their knuckles along the

edges, making themself bleed more. IT was worth it. The pain caused silence, bliss, a…sense of

happiness. A freedom anybody held. And it was going to be theirs now. They slammed their head

into the small gap, shattering the mirror, stabbing their forehead with the edges, blood splashing onto the walls and sheets. Once, Twice. It kept going, until they were too weak to continue. And instead,

they fell backwards, Their heart froze, not pounding with fear anymore. (Jess)

Episode 11: Electric Heart

The plastic sheets of the hospital is what woke him up. Alone. The beeping, the machines that now

held him alive, ringing in his ears. His heart still wrestled for its death. The stitches and bandages

were covering him. It made him stiff, the drugs pumping through his veins. Why wouldn’t he die? Just

blankness in his head. Not unusual for him, but now it was unsettling. He had gone too far this time

apparently. Hurt himself so badly. He was alone, no family or friends there for him. They didn’t really

care, he had already known, but it still hurt. They knew how he hurt, but did nothing. They said they’d

help, and when it mattered, where were they? They had betrayed him, thought they were helping.

They weren’t. It made everything worse. He sat up, despite the ache, he was bound to the bed. The

machines continued to beep. It was getting annoying. Too annoying for him. He stared, until he

thought of his idea. And he reached out. And at 12 years old, the plug was pulled, but this time by

him. His heart didn’t have to wrestle anymore, nothing was there to wrestle. So he died. Alone and

cold. Hurt and broken. Nothing fulfilled. (Ezra)

Episode 12: Falling Sparrow

Butterflies flew around her head, like a crown. She stood still, in the quietest place she could find.

Truly, it was loud, but unlike crowds. The water rushed, the leaves moved in the wind, the birds

singing without a care. She cared though. She always did. They all did. Her smile was long gone,

when it used to be the sunniest smile you’d ever see. And now all that there was the pain, the wound

in her back, it was all gone. Their dreams had slipped through their fingers again. And they hadn’t

bothered to retrieve them again. Torn to pieces, by the very people who she was scared of. She

frowned, the cliff was her happy place, where she was born, where her mother had lost her heart. All

she wanted was the love that they all insisted she had. She wanted what the stories said, but she got

the demons instead. The truth. What they hid behind curtains and walls. They had hurt her, and

nobody had helped her heal. They had never assisted the wound, so it healed funny, leaving its

marks. She was forever gone, and empty void in her eyes. They never held her hand or kissed her

head, not anymore. They saw her break, and left, not caring anymore. She just wanted to fly that

day, so she gathered the little trust she had, and fell backwards into the ocean, listening to the

splash. The fish and the birds were her only companions left, so she’d let them listen to the last

beats of her hearts. (Sky) Episode 14: Buried in Murder

Can’t escape, it's all too late. Her shoes were soaked with blood, her hand shaking, now by her side,

the gun smoking. She backed away from the body, bumping into her father. He hissed at her to be

careful and her shot was too messy. Her father picked up the body, tossing it out the window,

grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her out, through the pool of blood. They slipped into the alley

way, finding their ‘home’. She tucked the gun and extra bullets into the hidden cabinet. Washing her

hands and clothes until the water turned pink and dripped onto the floor. That feeling. It hurt so

much…why? She didn’t hurt herself, but watching another die…She felt horrible. She rushed to her

room, ignoring her father and the other kids screams to come eat. Her mind was dull, blank, but yet,

still screaming, and she couldn’t stop it. She fell asleep like that, that person's face floating around

their dreams the entire time. Her thoughts haunted her, until she had to arise, and grab another gun,

and dress, ready for her second day. Her father said nothing, merely left and she followed. He

pointed out the target, and she shot. The blood sprayed and she hid. A crowd murder was risky. Her

father took the gun, hiding it. She stood there, shaking again, and her father grabbed her, taking her

away, to their ‘home’. Like before she went to her room, but this time she stared out the window, and

the police lights just a few blocks away. She looked down at the street. She deserved this pain, she

knew it. She broke the window, stepping up, the glass pieces piercing her feet, she lost her balance

before she could say bye, and she fell. (Hailee)

Episode 15: Alcoholic Merit

The moment he heard the glass break in the other room, he stopped eating the cold dinner,

and scooped up the youngest, gesturing his sister to follow, as he lead them behind the couch,

crouching down low, out of sight, he made them stay behind him as he peaked around the edge of

the couch, his mother cleaning up the broken bottle silently. His father jumped up, gripping her hair,

shouting in her ear, she flitched, the tears spilling down her cheeks, his father hitting her, calling her

stupid. He picked up both his siblings, covering their eyes and slipping upstairs, tucking them into

bed, telling them a short bedtime story, before dashing back downstairs, watching from the stairs. He

couldn’t stop his father, the one time he had tried, a year ago, he had been thrown into a glass

cupboard, which had shattered and cut him. He still had the scars and liked to doodle stitches over

them. His father eventually finished and left the house, and he immediately rushed over to his mom,

starting to clean her wounds, whispering kind words to her, crying with her, the sight of his moms

blood making him dizzy. He held on though, like this for days, days after days of helping his mom

after his father had hurt her, protecting his younger siblings from his abusive behavior, and taking what he could. One day, he returned from school, his mom was gone, with his siblings. His dad was

passed out on the couch, he walked over, tilting his head, his dad opened his, smiling softly at him.

He released his breath, his dad wasn’t drunk. He hugged his father, crying softly, his dad running his

fingers through his hair. He stood up, leaving the house. He hated that man, but he still cared about

him, but his mom left him in a hurry, she must’ve been hella hurt. He finds his way to the library, her

favorite place. She wasn’t there. He looked around, his hand reaching for an electric cord, and he

tightened it around his throat until it cut into his skin and he couldn’t breathe.

Episode 16: Silent Heart

She peaked out of her room, her arms dripping in blood. Her brother was sitting in front of the tv,

watching cartoons, as she slipped into the kitchen to clean off her arm. Her mom looks up frowning.

She tells her to clean out the sink, leaving, handing her brother a snack. She glanced away, returning

to her empty room, sobbing. He always got everything and she was rarely fed. She pulls out her

report card, staring at the really bad grades, knowing she was stupid and knew that she needed

help. The other day her mom had yelled at her about them, and she had asked for help, but her mom

just yelled at her, she couldn’t do this anymore, her brother got everything and more and she got

nothing. She loved her brother and they were close when their mom was away. He gave her scraps

when he could. But it wasn’t enough, ever. Nobody loved her, and you could see her ribs, and her

skin. She grabbed onto her stomach, grabbing her knife she had used to cut herself with earlier,

impaling her heart

Anyways love ya'll claiming my automatic copyright as the original writer have a good night/day idk it's 5 am for me??

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