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 life. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reading<3 -Indi

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 presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

"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 even she knows, but when a new victim is thrown into the cell next to hers, secrets unravel, and she discovers who she truly is, and why she had Fallen Victim.

"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 my throat. "Yes. He comes every day." *** I suck at descriptions sooo yeahhh, *** Jax has been taken. He's lived in the dark for most of his life now, and hasn't thought about getting out in a while. That's until Landon gets thrown into the same cell as him. Landon still has hope, something Jax gave up on. But does Landon have enough hope for the both of them? Landon believes that they can both make it out, and even though Jax thinks it's impossible, he's not giving up on the broken boy.