#they arnt in pain and they arnt haunting you

[eventually27]

Kit fanfic where reader takes the blame for him in the asylum and gets punished? Thanks :)

Absolutely! I hope you enjoy it. I didn't have much time but I hope it's OK. Xx

Protection..

*warnings, abuse, pain, punishment, foul language*

You sat playing noughts and crosses. You're pretty sure it was your 100th game of the afternoon, just like it was the 100th time that darn song was played in the common room, over and over and over again, that song haunted your dreams, you heard it even when it wasn't playing.

" Well, it looks like I've won again." Kit laughed. He was the only thing that got you through the day. You thought about seeing his face to get you through each night. Together, you made this place more bareable, if that's what you could call it. Kit lit you a cigarette and passed it to you, "thanks, Kit." You gave him a smile, and he gave you a wink in return, "Any time, darlin, " Oh how you loved hearing him call you that. You had been here for a year, well it felt like 10, Kit had arrived halfway through, he was a mess when he arrived, because he lost his wife, not only that but they say he killed her, he says he didn't and you believe him. He never talks about the ungodly things he saw that night, but his screams from his nightmares are enough for you to understand, he is like you and you aren't like the people in here, you don't belong here, you aren't evil people, you arnt cold hearted killers. You breathed out the smoke from your lungs, and your thoughts were interrupted by the doors smashing open and the music coming to an abrupt stop. You knew this wasn't a good thing, Sister Jude would only stop the music if someone was in trouble and trouble meant punishment.

Sister Jude didn't believe in mental illness. She thought it was a fashionable explanation for sin. She truly believed that the abuse and punishments (the long lists of punishments) were carried out in the name of salvation. Her twisted mind really believed what she was doing was good. You often thought she must enjoy torturing as she did it so much, everyone dreded her presence, because with that, she bought fear.

"Quiet now, line yourselves up, someone here as committed a misdeed," she hissed, the sound of her feet walking up and down the queue of you all echoed through your ears, She stopped in front of Kit and then infront of you, "you two in my office " she screamed, you could see the fear in Kits eyes, it poured out of them, he had suffered to much pain from Sister Jude because of the story he told her about the night his wife was killed, she tried to beat his beleifs out of him. You wondered what it was that had happened. What misdeeds have been committed? And that's when your mind shot back to this morning.

"There is no one I'd rather roll dough with," Kit laughed. You worked together every other morning, making bread rolls. You savoured this time, time away from the music, time away from everybody else. You laughed and joked, for this time working, you forgot, you forgot where you were, you forgot about everything that had happened and things nearly felt normal. "You'd think after all this time you'd be better at it, Kit,' you joked playfully, hitting him and wiping flour on his apron, " Oh darlin my talents are in other places" he winked pulling you up against him and pressing his lips against yours, it felt as if your surroundings disappeared. You pictured yourself kissing him in a house you both just bought, boxes everywhere. The only worries you had were paint colours and carpets. Kit went to lift you up onto the countertop, but your passion was ended by the sound of him knocking off the tray of bread rolls you had just prepared. They were all over the floor and ruined. You both froze. "Oh no, what have I done?" he whispered. It wasn't the bread rolls that brought him so much concern it was the punishment that would follow the discovery. " We are going to have to hide them, put the others in the oven, and get rid of the evidence," you said, before you knew it you were both trying to stuff the rolls into the bin, right at the bottom moving past all the other rubbish, in hopes no one would notice, you both thought it might just work.

But here you were, both being led into the office of the torturer that was Sister Jude. It obviously didn't work. You looked at Kit as you both walked through the office door. He looked towards the cupboard, which held the pain eflicting canes. It was as if just by looking at it all that all the pain had felt in his life came flashing back, he was petrified. "Now you both know why you are here. You were the ones in the kitchen this morning. It seems you can not resist sin, and evil must be met with evil, " she said, with a grin. " So, which one of you was it? Or was it both of you?" She demanded answers. You knew you had to do this, Kit didn't deserve any more pain. You didn't want him to feel any more pain, the look on his face. You knew he would break if he felt the cane against his skin once more. Kit cleared his throat and was about to speak. You knew he would admit what he had done. He wasn't a liar, he always admitted his wrongs, but before he could, you yelled, "It was me sister, I knocked the rolls off, it had nothing to do with Kit, It happened as he was mopping the floors, he wasn't even close to them, I decided to hide them and lie to you", you tried not to look at Kits face but only Sister Judes, you wanted her to beleive you more than anything. "Hmmm, is this true, Kit? Or is Y/N trying to help you?" She said, standing right in front of his face. He didn't speak. He must have been unsure what to say. "I see, well, for your discretion, I will leave it up to you to pick which cane I will use on your friend," she laughed, unlocking the cupboard to reveal several canes starting from small and ending in extra large. "Sister, don't use any. Use one on me instead, " Kit shouted as he watched Sister Jude run her fingers along the line of canes. " So you not only refuse to answer me, but now you try to tell me how to do my job, hmm? You will sit back and watch me use a cane of my choice on your special friend, " she stopped her finger on the largest cane. You knew she was enjoying this, you looked at Kit and he mouthed the words sorry, you could see tears in his eyes, but you knew it wasnt his fault, and the truth is you would take the wrath of all of those canes if it meant he didn't have to.

"Now, I hope this will teach you a lesson, and you will think back to this before you do such things. Maybe this will teach you not to accept the sins of others, " Sister Jude snapped while pointing the desk. You knew what you had to do. You bent over the desk and lifted up your clothing to expose your back, also exposing the scars from previous torturing, the scars you had hidden from Kit. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he could see them. You braced yourself for what was going to happen, you pressed your lips together as tight as you could, you didn't want to let out a scream, you didn't want Kit to feel anyworse than he did already. You closed your eyes and listened as Sister Judes footsteps got closer to you. You heard the leather slap against her hand, the sound burnt your ears. The suspense made it worse. The wait before you were struck, you try your best to take yourself to a happy place, picturing your earlier images of you and Kit surrounded by moving boxes, It's the only thing that could help distract you.

*smack*

You felt the piping hot burn of the leather spread across your back. It hurt more over your scars. You managed to keep any signs of pain in for kits' sake, Sister Jude must not have liked that because you were sure she tried her best to get you to scream, the next 5 beatings stung more and more, your eyes were filled with tears, you couldnt help but whimper in pain, you felt on fire, your skin felt open and raw, you knew you had one more, then it would be over, you didn't think you could take one more but you had to try.

*smack*

You let out a scream, you tried to fight it but it was impossible, you could hear Kit telling Sister Jude to stop, you could hear the upset in his voice. "That's enough now Y/N, I hope you've learnt your lesson, and that you will not return to sin" she spoke these words with happiness across her face, happiness for the pain she had just caused. You tried to stand, but the pain was unbearable as your spine tried to bend straight. You felt the hands of Kit pull your clothing down to cover you up. He placed his arms around you to walk you out of the room. You looked up at him and could see his eyes were filled with tears, " Let's go, darlin," he whispered. You could feel the pain in his voice. It stung just as much as the leather.

Kit called out for Lana to get some water and something to wipe you with, "Let me clean you up, let me have a look at you" he whispered still unable to get his words out properly, he sat you down on the chair and took you in his arms, he kissed you on the forhead and asked "why did you do that? You didn't deserve that. You did nothing wrong, " you replied."No, you didn't deserve that, Kit. You've been through enough. I couldn't bare to see you in any more pain. Seeing you in pain would have been much worse than what I have just endured. " You took your hand and placed it on Kits face and said,"I'd do it a million times over to save you. "

[lokisrealpurpous]

I've got you doll, i've got you.

bucky x reader

warnings: violence, trauma, fighting, sensitive scenes, injury description

request from: @jenniferpendragon

in the midst of a large, dangerous mission, the avengers realise you're not there and stark refuses to go back as it may 'interrupt' the mission. being buckys closest friend on the team and the women he'd kill and die for, he dosent let it go.

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"We cant just go back!"

stark yells over gunshots and screams.

"It will mess up the mission, and we have to win this!"

natasha and Steve share a worried look. the team adored you, but if they went to find you it could risk lives.

Bucky didn't care about these lives. Strangers lives. He didn't even know these people, so why would he put them above yours.

He stands in the middle of the battlefield, staring at steeve anxiously.

"Buck if you think for one seco-!"

He calls as bucky runs away from the scene, back into the hydra base. The only thing going through his head was you, knowing once hydra has someone, especially someone as powerful and gorgeous as you, they won't let go, he refused to let this happen, not today, not ever.

The crash of the metal doors bursting open echoed off the empty walls, the building was old, falling apart, however held information that could end states, countires even.

"BUC-"

he hears a faint scream that's quickly muffled, then a thud and restrained gasps and calls.

"Buckk- mmph- bbbb--"

Another crash.

"keep your mouth shut you fucking slut"

buckys eyes widen, who the fuck does this man think he is.

another bang, followed by a pained yelp.

He wanted to run and grab you, but he knew he'd be a fool to act without a plan. He needed to know exactly where you were and how to get there fast.

buckys pov

"And what are you doing back here, bucky, hm?"

I hear a familiar agent mock.

"Back for more fun? we could do with you back.. I've missed you, buck..."

my body stiffens as I feel the women's hand run down my arm.

"Let her go"

I spit, staring daggers into the women.

"Or what!?"

She chuckles as she replies in a high tone.

"she was the only one who got the stone... and you all just left her... all to prove your little gang as powerful."

my eyes narrow.

"I'm here arnt I?"

the women looks up at me, a smile tugging at her lips.

"You're different.. you love her.."

my breath hitches, but I don't deny it.

"Which will make it so much more fun when we kill her"

Her laugh haunts my ears.

"you wouldn't."

I shout, before feeling large arms on my shoulders.

"say bye lover boy..."

she laughs, which quickly fades to a gasp once I wrap my metal arm around one of the security mens necks, throwing him into a wall and then hitting the other one, who then fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"I'll kill you.. I'll kill the lot of you!"

I groan, the women slowly stepping away from me.

"Let her go."

She shakes her head, just as i throw her to the floor, holding a gun to her so she's unable to stand again.

"where is she?"

I say, my throat tight and my hair a mess.

No reply.

"i said where is she?!"

I say banging a fist into the table beside me

"f..fith floor... 3rd room"

The women whimpers.

I tilt my head before grabbing the women by her collar.

"Wasn't that hard was it, hm?"

time skip.

by the 5th floor, I had knocked at least 12 agents cold, letting some relief of revenge due and overdue.

The feeling of fury re boils in my stomach however when I see her, tied to a chair helplessly, her nose and lip bleeding, her eye bruised and scratches covering her body. Her eyes were red, tearstained and puffy.

it made me sick thinking of what could've happened if I never came back.

what they would've done to my girl.

I broke open the doors, swiftly getting the agent who was guarding her in a headlock, throwing him to the floor with a few blows to the head.

I was too late for security to not hear his call for backup.

4 men arrived at the door.

"On the floor!"

One shouts, the other getting out a gun.

I slowly went to get down, only to duck under an agents arm and headbut him from the side. I then took the gun off the agent on my left, swinging it around his head and then hitting the other one. My arm wrapped around the last mans neck as he gasped, scratching at the vibranium before he aswell was dropped to the ground.

I didn't hesitate to rush to her side, untying the silk in her mouth, my heart shattering as I hear her sob.

I continue to untie her from the chair, then letting her fall weakly into my arms.

"I'm sorry.."

She cries, gasping for air as the tears strangle her.

"I.."

her body's shaking against mine, she's ice cold and in complete shock, struggling to get out her words.

"I'm here doll, I'm not going to let anything happen to you, I've got you."

I whisper softly, attempting to calm her nerves, rocking her in my arms as I kiss her forehead.

She just nods, wrapping her small arms around my waist.

"You've got me..."

I hear her mumble, a shakey sigh of relief escaping her cracked lips.

I take her chin in my hand and gently lift her head up to look at me, locking eyes with her scared ones, before kissing her lips softly, my forehead then connecting with hers.

"And I always will..."

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Hi! I was wondering if you would be willing to write something based on "I'm not going to let anything happen to you" and Bucky? I like the soft, protective side I can imagine with that prompt, and Bucky deserves to be the knight in shining armor sometimes I think. Idk, hope it makes sense! 💖

Hii I've been signed out for ages so haven't been able to reply to this! I can do this soon as its the holidays! Thank you for the request, I love requests so everyone feel free to send in more loki and bucky requests x

[butch-bakugo]

Honestly, sanitizing the origins of meat, leather and fur and bone to something just stated and never shown, is why white americans who dont hunt look down on indigenous communities irl.

The average white middle class american who dosent hunt game and eat it has no idea what gose into to making their natural products from the steak on the table to the yarn they knit with. They have no connection to the food they eat and products they use and thats why it has no value to them. They've never seen people kill, clean, cook and eat a cow all at once so when they watch an African tribe do it in a documentary, they are disgusted and horrified. When they natives in a docuseries kill and eat a seal then wear its fur for warmth and survival, they are upset. They were never taught or ever experienced a native way of living. Living close to the land, thanking the great spirit for another meal because there is no grocery store, what they catch is what they eat.

Americans are conditioned to feel sorry for any animal death and cry when they do instead of realizing this is the natural cycle of life. Of course the blood and gore of a dead deer is gross to you but only because you were never shown the reality of your food. Horror movies and exofascists want you to be disguested by any gore so seeing a dead bloody animal is 'horrific'. Of course this isnt an excuse for those who needlessly harm animals, thats fucked up, but a hunter and the act of hunting game isnt gross. Its survival and many people's lived realities. We, as a society, have got to stop fearing blood and need to desensitizating ourselves to meat and hide.

Because it fuels racism and ecofascism. It fuels racism when the only black people you see are on tv with a white commentator telling you about this "savage and uncivilized tribe in the Sahara who sacrifice cows and goats to this god "who they'll mispronounce or peta blaming the extinction of seals on inuk people that hunt them and use them to survive on their tribal lands. It makes hurting the african american people and indigenous people around you much easier when the only place you see them is in a bad light on the tv screen. It gives you a bias when you only see natives cutting open a dear with slasher music behind it. Not only that, but it makes good natural survival techniques that could save you one day look uncivilized and grotesque. It makes you see factory farming as more humane when the only difference is the amount of animals killed and the amount of bones and "useless" cuts of meat wasted. The amount of people i know who eat dry as shit well done steaks because they cant handle the thought of red meat or still juicy aka bloody meat in their mouths is ridiculous. My medium rare steak is the same as your well done one, the only difference is the time used to cook it. The blood is still there, its just less concentrated. Thats the reality of eating meat.

So just remember that killing and eating animals may be your ancestry but its many people's reality and its not uncivilized or gross, its day to day. Its natural and when done correctly, beautiful. Your an omnivore and meat is a necessity to a natural diet. Embrace it. Nature gave you that rabbit so you could live and its life lengthens yours. Thank the rabbit for its meat and stop anthropomorphizing your food. The rabbit cant talk to you or cryd cause either you would of gotten it and killed it humanely or a coyote would have gotten it and ripped it to shreds. Its do or die out there and passisim wont keep you alive.

[callmearcturus]

Okay last Q plx forgove me if ive asked this before my memory is ohsobad: what do you think of vriska as a character,? do your enjoy writing her? I really like the way you wrote her in the “ready to start the conquest of space” , and have mixed feelings about the way shes talked about in sea)(orse (karkat describing the dnd game as a way to placate or distract her, im unsure if its treating her like she has to be controlled or if its giving her a positive outlet), but all in all i enjoy your writing & think its neat when u tie in characters that arnt central to the DaveKat Machine , oh and same questions for feferi also in the context of both fics

lmao fucking vriska

I find Vriska interesting. I enjoy writing her and find her vocal cadence really fun. I think she's a lot of fun. I also think that in any story where she is not a side character, she is doomed to be a fucking problem, like the terrible manifestation of her classpect spills over into everything.

In TES, Vriska's choices led to a lot of death and pain and the dissolution of Project Ophiuchus, and her spectre continues to haunt Terezi and Kanaya and Karkat.

In the revenant AU, Vriska should logically be a patron, but has clearly been found to be Too Dangerous for the role, and the way the patron system handles her is horrific. It's this apex of the Inverted Wave's monstrous potential.

In sea)(orse, yeah, basically, she has a positive outlet. Because her being in a position of genuine authority over the last remnants of the entire Alternian species would be a fucking disaster. So, I imagine Terezi and Aradia pigeonholed her into her current role, playing on Vriska's "pathologically competitive" drive and giving her a positive outlet for that shit, lest she maims anyone. But after hundreds of years stuck together, I think everyone is inured to her bullshit.

This really isn't a place you're going to find, uuuuuh, Vriska Did Nothing Wrong-ism. She did many things wrong. SHRUG

[growingingreenwood]

since I immensely enjoy your headcanons that I have read thus far, I was wondering if you had any about Thranduil’s dragon fire burn scar/wound? how it happened, why it happened, is he actually still scarred/blind in one eye but some mystical elven magic hides it or did it actually heal up, etc. It was such an awesome bit of backstory they added without expanding on it kghhvjxdfbb

Idk if you still want an answer to this in light of all the stuff I've been positing but like here we go I'm doing it anyways.

In my head, the dragon attacked Oropher, Thranduil and their camp not very long after the settled in Amon Lanc. They were out investigating the surrounding areas to make sure there was no goblin cities or anything around to make life difficult for them or their people. It was when they were out exploring their new neighborhood that the Dragon found them as he was flying around hunting.

The dragon couldn't beleive his luck! Toys AND a snack!! Dragons arnt dumb, once he saw Thranduils circlet he knew exactly what it meant. He knew it meant this elf was important.

(If you read 'Dragon fire this next 2 paragraphs are a recap)

The Dragon attacked Thranduil and was carrying him around join his claws, but unlucky for the Dragon his best friend, Ferdan, noticed and shot the Dragon in the eye. Who promptly dropped Thrandui. Enraged about the loss of his eye and prey, the Dragon stalked the forest from the sky until he found the two, and landed right by where he had dropped Thranduil.

Ferdan had been given Oropher's sheild to find Thranduil, which was made of Mithril (a gift from Thingol.) He used it to sheild the two of them when the Dragon tried to light them on fire. Cowering behind it, Thranduil and Ferdan managed to approach the Dragon who didn't notice them until he ended his fire stream, but by then, they were right in front of it.

Thranduil stabbed it in the bottom of his mouth where his scales were known to be weakest, and sliced halfway down his throat.

His burns were from a combination of the molton sheild being pressed against his skin while they approached, and then from the leftover fire caught in the dragons throat that spilt out when he sliced it open.

He still has the burns but they're very very faint with age. Although it isn't difficult for him to manifest the original scars since his mind and past are still so haunted by them. His eye is still blind, and a milky-white color that he hides with a spell he learned from Melian. He also has out the same spell on 2 identical rings; one for him and one for Ferdan that sustain the spell without him having to put any effort or thought into it.

But I think there's still some 'Dragon fire' stuck in them, sort of like a phantom pain. Sometimes it worse than others, sometimes it's where he actually got the burns sometimes it's not. It usually makes him very warm, almost like he has a fever and he gets extra irritable with everybody. Sometimes, even Legolas.

Some elves claim the Dragon Fire is where he got his infamous temper from.

Once he reaches Aman, Yavanna heals his and Ferdans eyes & scars for them as a thank you for protecting her trees so well.

After that, they never feel the burning ever again. But Thranduil retains his temper, so at least that urban myth had been put to rest.

[maybenexttime22]

To a dad I once knew

Little do you know the pain you put me through.

I've grown up to realize.. your life is nothing but 1000 lies.

You say that you love me more than I know

But if that were true then why doesn't it show?

I know you have her,

And you love her, I'm sure

But don't forget,

I'm in your blood too arnt I?

Obviously that doesn't mean anything to you.

I remember when I was the twinkle in my daddy's eyes..

Was i that easy to just forget about? Not worth fighting for?

A war zone is no place to call home..

Little did you know that little girl, she needed u most

Left To fend for herself

Against the monsters

Who were out to get her

As she roamed suffering from all the abuse

no child should ever have to.

she turned to alcohol & substances to cope.

Looking for her daddy in every stranger

You see that this little girl

Needed help

She looked up to him

As a father

And he failed her

So badly

He left her

In a nightmare. All alone.

She called him one night years later

Little did he know she was black and blue that night.

Needing her father...

But not much was said.

He's become a stranger to her now.

A girl who has battled all her demons alone.

Who's fallen so many times

Only to pick herself right back up again.

A mother who shes never known

a dad who would rather work his life away

Then to think

Of his own daughter

It's now been years,

Since you left her.

Oh how shes haunted inside from the things she'll never speak about.

Now..

She'd rather die

Than face the guy

Who left her behind.

[kookieshope7]

PEOPLE need to stop woth this PRINCE HAD AIDS SHIT. IM FORREAL WHO THE FUCK CARES? I MEAN REALLY? IS IT GOING TO CHANGE THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT HIM? NOPE! NOTHING WILL EVER CHANGE THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT HIM. ITS NOT ABOUT WHAT HE DID BEHIND CLOSED DOORS. THAT IS PERSONAL SHIT WE DONT HAVE A REASON TO KNOW. PRINCE IS AND ALWAYS BE KNOWN FOR HIS LOVE FOR THE MUSIC,HIS HEART,HIS MIND AND HIS SOUL. AND I WILL BE DAMNED IF THE FUCKING MEDIA IS GOING TO TRASH HIS NAME IN THE NAME OF SELLING PAPERS OFF FAULSE SHIT. HIS FUCKING SISTER TYKA,HER HUSBAND AND KIRK KILLED HIM! I BELIEVE THAT WITH ALL MY HEART. TO MAKE IT LOOK ACCIDENTAL OR SUSCIDE. HE WAS NOT A JUNKIE LOOKING FOR HIS NEXT FUCKING FIX,HE WAS IN LEGIT PAIN EVERY FICKING DAY OF HIS LIFE. HE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE. I AGREE BUT SUICIDE..NO. I DONT BELIEVE THAT. AIDS I DON'T EITHER BECAUSE HE WAS NOT LIKE THAT. OK MAYBE IN THE 80S BUT THERE ARE TONS OF PPL THAT KNEW HIM FOR YEARS THAT KNOW HE USED CONDOMS. HIS ASSISTANTS BOUGHT THEM FOR HIM TONS OF TIMES. NOW IF HE WASNT USING THEM AND BUYING THEM WHAT WAS HE DOING WITH THEM? FOR REAL. COME ON IVE BEEN RESEARCHING ALOT OF THIS WITH ALOT OF OTHERS AND THIS IS WHAT I KNOW FOR FACT. HE WAS CREAMATED TO DAMN FAST. THERES A WAITING PERIOD THAT HAS TO TAKE PLACE AFTER WHICH DIDNT. PAPER WORK WAS RUSHED OR NOT DONE AT ALL. SOMEOME PAID OFF SOMEONE. AND ITS A DAMN COVER UP. HAS TO BE. THINGS JUST DONT ADD UP. AND ARNT MAKING ANY SCENCE. I HOPE HE HAUNTS TYKA TILL THE DAY SHE DIES. CAUSE THAT BITCH IS DOING HIM DIRTY. SHOUKD HAVE NEVER OPENED PP TO PUBLIC TILL FORMAL INVESTIGATION WAS DONE. THAT PLACE IS STILL A FUCKING CRIME SCENE. I KNOW HE CANT BE HAPPY WITH ANY OF THE SHIT GOIMG ON. THERE WILL BE JUSTICE SERVED HOPEFULLY SOON. SOMEOME WILL GO DOWN FOR HIS MURDER. HE DID NOT HAVE DRUGS IN HIS SYSTEM AT TIME OF HIS DEATH. HE WAS DETOXICING. WAS PLANNING TO GET HELP THAT MORNING OF HIS DEATH. IF YOU DONT BELIEVE ME THEN LOOK IT UP AMD DO YOUR OWN INVESTIGATION. #JUSTICE4PRINCE

[ryn-the-them]

To the people I once called my friends

G, you were my first truly best friend I think. We spent all the time together doing everything, there were two people we used to hang out with and when one of them turned against me you took my side. You could see the hurt the betrayal I felt. That was only the least of betrayal I would feel in my life. You helped me get better, and when I was in the hospital after nearly killing my self ( I never told you what I did because I didn't what you to know I hurt like that) you wrote to me and when I got out we were the duo again. But 6 months later depression took over your body as well, and for that I am sorry I really am and I fought for you. To win you back for your old self to win the war. For a year I fought for you but your sadness began to bring back mine and on the last night I had the strength for the both of us I came to your door at 11:00 and I begged you. I begged you to get help because I couldn't be your rock anymore. Because I am just one person and I could not hold the whole world on my two shoulders. You didn't go to the hospital or to therapy. You didn't help yourself. So we drifted apart. S, quite frankly I don't know what it is I did to you. I have known you the longest but it was only a short while that we were really close and I loved your strength. Although I know that you were not strong. And now I see you as the worse of them all. You said awful things to me about me being weak. But I lived my life and I did more then you will ever know and I did it all suffering like you just the same. So you can go fuck housed because you had no reason to treat me the way you did. To say the things you said. Good riddance, you are not a good person. A, your betrayal hurt the most out of all of them. I had opened up to you about more than anyone and I trusted you. And you knew how hard that was for me. But you turned just the same. And said all those awful things just the same. I loved you so much and we even dated for that short time. I thought if I was going to find love with anyone it would be you. But I still felt hollow inside. So I ended it, it was not fair to you to love a shell of a person. When my mom hurt me you were there and you let me live with you and you were by my side. But after we broke up things were different. We could both feel it. So I wrote you a letter while I was away for the weekend so you could have time to process to think. Although I'll admit the letter could have been better written I would have never expected you next move. I woke up to everything all my cloths books possessions outside my dads house. My feels made you that mad? What your best friend in the whole worlds emotions put you out that much? We must not have ever been truly friends because I would have never done that to you. And then you are going to write me a letter pulling the family card after what you did?? I didn't deserve any of that. I know that you want to be a good person. And I hope what you did to me and all the pain you caused me haunts you in your sleep. Because it should. And to all three of you, how dare you. You took my life witch I had just gotten back to some sense of normalcy and threw me through the shredder all over again. I was strong before but y'all made me weak. Y'all used to say I had no emotions because I didn't cry or like to talk about things, but I don't think 24 hours has gone by since that day that I don't struggle to breath that I don't feel it sitting in my stomach like a rock all of the words yall said and all of the things y'all have done. I have a beuatiful man that I live with and that loves me. Even though what y'all did tore me down every day he helps me, everyday with him I feel a little better my hope grows and I can see the light at the end of this dark tunnel. But what y'all did to me. Showing up at my job with my sister?? Like y'all are all buddy buddy's???? He had to hold me for 5 minutes just so I could stop crying to pull myself together to come out in the front and put on a happy face. To show the bitches that ruined me that I am not ruined. I am moved out with 2,000 in my bank account living with people who I would consider my friends planning a life with the most amazing man in the world and all y'all have to do is to come try to be assholes?? I'm sorry but my life seems better at this point. G you can go choke on a cock because you are just a whisky Bitch without anything to really while about and S you didn't get a job till you were 18 years old while I'd been working since 2 days after I turned 16 you let your mommy pay for everything and it's ridiculous grow up and do something worj yourself and A don't pretend to be a good person when you arnt. And don't play the family card because I loved your sisters and you are using mine in a time where she doesn't know who to trust. And to all of y'all taking advantage of my sister and making her believe y'all are fiends when she's desperate and hopeless is the worst thing any of y'all could ever do and for that I hope y'all suffer. Karma will bite alll of y'all in the ass. Don't mess with me again because I am strong again and next time. I will fight