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You hated your life. Your parents despised you, your schoolmates teased you, and your siblings (pretend you have some if you are an only child) treated you like the lowliest of insects. A pesky fly buzzing around in their life that just wouldn't leave. You pretended to act like everything was fine, when it was anything but. To deal with the pain, you slit your wrists whenever your burden became too much to bear. But there was one light in your life, one that kept you from ending everything. And that light was the Swedish transfer student, Berwald Oxenstierna. You had befriended him almost instantly, along with the Finnish student, Tino Vaina

one upon a time this is a story about one young love got separated but yet would never be separated flash back " I'm sorry miss Utonioum but you- " " whats wrong Doctor " Blossom said worried " You have a problem in your brain its very dangerous I'm sorry " he said looking down Blossom eyes was full of tears she couldn't stop crying " isn't there another another way "she cried " ofcourse you can go to a famous Hospital at France " she looked at him with teary eyes " France? "he nodded he took out a card and gave it to her   " I visit there ones they can maybe help you " he said " maybe? " her eyes were still teary "

No one really knows why they’re alive… Up until that exact moment, [Name] had never known or understood the meaning of her existence. Days came and went like seasons, repeating in cycles but seeming so different each time she woke up. There was no reason to walk; though she always did. There was no reason to laugh, or speak, or fight, or cry – but she did it all, always wondering at night the same question. Why? Why did she awake to the same sun every day, to breathe the same air and face the same life? What reason was there for her to trudge through the heavy swamp that came up to her throat, some days even rising abov

"(f/n)! (f/n), Wake up!" A voice called. You groaned and lifted the pillow over your head to smack whoever was shaking you awake. The voice was smarter than you, and it grabbed the pillow and hit you over the head. "Come on, (f/n), wake up!" The voice said with another blow to the head. The voice was female. "What the hell do you want?" You groaned, reaching the air for your pillow. Your eyes fluttered open to see a familiar face. "Sasha, I want to sleep, give me back Mr. Fluffers." Sasha stiffened. "You named your pillow Mr. Fluffers?" She asked. You shrugged and sat up in bed. She threw the pillow at your face. "This better be important.