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My friend: hey you wanna go to this party with me

Me: um no why

My friend: come on let’s go it’ll be fun

When the door opens: (my anxiety) HEY FRIEND R U READY FOR PANIC TO INHABIT UR BODY, CHEST PAINS TO MAKE U THINK UR DYING, AND AN OVERALL FEELING THAT UR BODY IS CONTRACTING ITSELF?

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All I really need is a cute young man who understands that I get way into whatever books shows or movies I’m currently watching or reading and that I usually fall into the depths of despair...

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Reblog if you got it. 😁

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Me when watching Infinity War:Bucky comes on screen - me violently slapping my friends arm/leg/whole body: ooo yesss iz mah baby Bucky I love him so much who even cares if cap dies

My friend: yeah don’t get too excited there

Me: BUCKKKYYY EEEEK

2 hours later

Me: WHAT WHY BUCKY NO WHY

My friend: are you ok

Me: sobbing - I don’t think I can drive home

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I love writing fan fiction, especially for Supernatural. I have one I wrote when I was 15/16, and I reallllly need to edit it because it’s pretty much trash right now, but I kinda have an itch to post the first chapter on here.

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A Friend - a short story I wrote for a contest in 2015 - spoiler! I won. It’s short but it’s one of my favorites of all I’ve written.

     A Friend

My family is gone. Dead. My mother, my stepfather, my baby brother. He killed them all. And it's all my fault.

Why is he obsessed with me? All these years I thought he was harmless, that he in no way could kill anyone. Oh, how I was wrong.

The visits started when I was 4. He'd come around once a month or so, just to see me. It was our little secret, he'd say, don't tell your mommy, Emily. As I got older, the visits were once a week, then every day. He never hurt me. He would just tell me how beautiful I was, say I looked just like my mom. Then he would stroke my cheek, kiss my forehead, and walk away. One time he bought me ice cream, I ate while we swung on the park swings.

He'd tell me he would do anything for me. Anything. I should've told my parents, or gone to the police. Maybe they could've prevented all of this. I doubt it. But I can't help thinking, could I have done something?

I remember that last day, the day he took all I loved. I was having a bad day, so I told him about it. I told him how my brother wouldn't stop crying, how my mother threatened to leave us.

I said I hated my life, I wished I could make it all go away. I asked him to make it stop. But they were just feelings. Feelings that came and went with the wind.

How could he have done this? With just a couple words, I sealed my family's death with a kiss on the forehead.

I wish I had known. Every time he visited, I'd ask who he was. And each time, without fail, he'd reply, a friend, Emily. A friend who loves you and would do anything if you asked.

I used to hope he was my father. I knew my real dad had left when i was a baby, but my mother hadn't told me much about him. Now I'm forever glad that's he's not.

It took me awhile to find him, but with the help of Google, I did. I never told him. I was too scared, I'm always too scared.

Nothing compares to how scared I am now. Everyday I worry he'll come back.

Everywhere I go, I'm looking over my shoulder, expecting to see him.

How, if he loves me, could he have done this? I didn't even get to say goodbye to my parents, I didn't get my last chance to say how much I loved them. Or my baby brother, I really didn't mind his crying. And now they're gone.

I can't believe he did this. The agony he caused me, and it was my fault. I should've said something, but how was I to know?

As I read the last sentence, the whole class erupted with applause.

Walking back to my desk, everyone told me 'good job', or 'great imagination'. No one would know. They wouldnt know how much of my story was really true, how everyday i look over my shoulder in fear, how i can hardly sleep at night because im too scared he'll find me.

But, maybe that's why I'm safe. Because no one will ever really know.

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Ok real talk, I’ve been watching Charmed and I can’t with the Liper fights they’re too freaking adorable to divorce

#Liperforever