AnimeAngel143

Numb. That's what you feel right now. All you can see is white, and all you can smell is the scent of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol. Faint beeping can be heard from your left, in sync with your heartbeat. Cold air nipped at the exposed skin, cold enough for little goosebumps to appear. Light filtered in through the thin curtains blocking the window to your right, the city hidden from view. You have no idea why you were in a hospital room, void of anyone else but you. You released a breath, fingers regaining feeling, and chest falling as you did so. Your mind cleared and you took a look at yourself. You were lying on a bed, sheets covering

Warning: Mild cussing John stared at the girl sitting beneath the shade of a tree from across him. Her (color) hair framed her blank face, her legs splayed out and her nose in a book. She was quiet and never twitched a muscle as if a mannequin in a window display. The only sign of life in her was her eyes lighting up at every turn of the page. John knows her. Her name is (Name) and she sits next to him in their classes most of the time. The both of them are friends for as long as he can remember and he never failed to make her laugh with his jokes and pranks. There was something bothering him about her right now. One day, a day John can

Warning: Mild cussing and homosexual content ahead. Gays have their rights along with the LGBTQ community. I will not tolerate hate comments, you have been warned. It's difficult being friends with a guy you like, who's also known for his reputation of being a player. It's more difficult if you're born male and in love with a player, who's also male. The stares, the glares, the judgement you'll get when you decide to become open about this. It would haunt the person's mind forever. (Name) sighed as he walked alongside Dirk Strider, his best friend and the known player of the high school they attended. Girls stared at the spiky-haired blo

Warning: Mild cussing The sound of pencil lead gliding on paper echoed in my ears, my hands furiously sketching an outstretched hand. I grunted in dissatisfaction and flipped my pencil over, the eraser doing its work. I kept making strokes and erasing it, frustrated at how much time I've wasted on drawing a single hand. With my back hunched and my tongue poking out of my lips in concentration, I kept drawing on top of the glass coffee table with my legs tucked underneath. I groaned and dropped the pencil on the glass with a clank, the living room as silent as it could be. I wasn't bothered on how eerily silent the apartment is, after all, t

In shock, I let my arms drop to the side as my two companions joined the other three. The more I stare at the sight, the more I blushed red in embarassment. I only muttered one word to this. ".......R-Really?" Let's flash back, alright? It was another normal day in the Nordic household. Tino cooking in the kitchen, Berwald helping said Finnish man, Lukas pestering Emil to call him "Big Brother" and Magnus goofing around. Me? I sat upside down on the couch I was sitting on, my (h/l), (h/c) hair resting on the cushions and my mouth in a pout. I was bored and I had nothing to do, so, I turned myself right side up again and went my way toward