Indigo is in a constant state of conflict, living life inside her head, instead of the real world. With only Miles by her side to help her through everyday life. This story is an odd mix.. it's partly fictional, partly true. Embellishments have been made but most of it is based off of things having happened in my own...
She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain p...
"My name is Brooklyn Walker, it's twelve twenty-four in the afternoon, and I don't know where I am." Kidnapped at a young age, and held captive for years, Brook has spent most of her life trapped inside the cold walls of a concrete cellar. Others have come and gone, and she still remains. What value does she hold? Not...
"J-Jax?" I turn my head slightly to the right, but I keep my eyes on my feet. "Yes?" I call out to the voice. "Is He coming?" It whispers back. I nod once before turning my head away from his direction. I believe his name is Landon. "Jax?" He calls out again. I tighten my arms around myself before clearing m...
