angesol's Literatures

You were always like that. You never knew how to hide your feelings.

And I was always like this. Always been a blank slate.

I guess Shannon would’ve found this funny. I just think it’s sad.

Her glare pierces through the other's eyes, staring deep into their soul. If she could fucking rip them to shreds by now, she would— even the voices are telling her to. But she knows better now.

You're probably sick of my voice already, aren't you?

...Don't answer that.

I'm pretty much all good for Halloween. A mummy. Not those cute kinds that kids dress up as— I'm pretty much a real life mummy at this point. I am never taking off these bandages. I'd rather die... again.

I'll probably throw this in the trash before I finish it anyway. Burn it before any of you could even look at my shitty handwriting.

If he could go back in time, maybe he wouldn't have looked beneath that old, red carpet. Or maybe he would have still done it. He's not entirely sure what was worse— knowing the truth, or being completely blind to it. Either way, it shaped him, this secret. As much as he tried to deny it, it was a part of him. Of his family.

Sadie wakes up in a field. A familiar field. The grass has grown a lot more than she would have let it, and the vines have made their way into the windows, as if it were taking back its home. But it was still the same, lush and green grass, the same old windows. She's finally home— finally. After what felt like forever in that god forsaken ranch, Sadie can finally return to normalcy.

Only.. she doesn't.