All Chapters of The World Only We Exist: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sadie It's dark--because my eyes are closed. I am lying down on my bed the same way I usually do when I'm not sleeping: on my back, head hanging on the other side of the bed, while on the other end, I let my feet scrape on the soft light brown carpet that covered the whole floor. I may not see anything, though I can hear the songs on my playlist, ranging from My Chemical Romance to The Paper Kites. Now, I'm listening to Turns Within Me Turns Without Me. This suddenly triggers my mind, and finally, I am starting to see something. My mom and my sister--flashbacks from the past. The portrait of eight-year-old me with them and dad, showing off our widest grin. Until dad was cropped out of the picture and replaced us with another family. My mom was left hopeless in love and life, but she's still trying to keep things together. Maybe it's because she still has my sister and me. I could say that my mom and I are pretty similar. The only exception is that I am messy, lazy, and unwise. For

Sadie Just another day. Another fucking day of suffering and cravings for death. I'm holding the bottom straps of my backpack as I walk on a grey sidewalk on my way to school. It's not the cold, rainy season, but the wind shakes the trees I'm passing by. My red school skirt flowed with it as I shivered. Good thing I am wearing my plain black hoodie over my white blouse. I should let my messy bun down, but I am too lazy. I could also lift the hood over my head, but for the same reasons, I can't. I can see half of the school, which only consists of 2-meter tall white walls surrounding it, making it look like a prison if they added barbed wires. I walked faster, my black school shoes clacking on the concrete sidewalk. It will take me five minutes before I reach the gate. This makes my walk to school a 25-minute walk from home. I went inside the gates, not bothering to look or even say good morning back to the guards. I walk fast inside the school and into my class as if it will end the

Sadie I dreamed of being on the stage, singing the songs I wrote, hoping it would inspire others. Today, I am going to achieve it. I always have my dreams shattered by basic bitches, but now, there is no turning back. I can now wear what I want, move how I want, and show who I truly am in front of people I don't want to back down. This is where I don't need to second guess every move I make or every word I spit. This is the chapter of my life where I can finally let go of the things I tried so hard to hold on to. I can finally be free, and this time, I won't hesitate bitch. I took a deep breath, the screams of Agon Bain flooding my eardrums. I have my eyes closed, watching a film where I can take off the wool and grow fur. But what if this is the setup the universe has made to trap the wolf? In a place where trust is a rare find, should I keep going? Will I be able to? The music I--or the dream me--was playing stopped when I heard my alarm, which is another song. Run, baby run, and

Anya "How did you guys manage?" Asked one of the girl's friends as we walked. When I first saw them, I found them creepy, but maybe that is because they were looking down on us from the bin with the flashlight on their face. I thought they were gonna beat me. When they finally saw the flashlights on our faces, they were shocked, like they had just seen a fairy. "No way is that-?" one of them asked. "Ssh!" The girl said. She told them that I would be coming with them and that I was in trouble and needed to hide, which was said so quickly that her words jumbled a bit. Her friends gave her their hoodie and the girl's sandals which, from what I've heard, she left in one of their houses. Then we walk to a long alleyway leading to a tranquil town. Noise filled with groans and laughs from the group as one sang about the wall filled with chalk-drawn penises that we saw on the way. We've been walking for almost 30 minutes, and we are still walking. My legs are killing me. We are walk

  Sadie   “So who got the best outfits, by the way?” Bob asked as we put away the mic stands, wires, instruments, and the cameras. We are almost finished fixing them, but instead of completely cleaning them away, we all stopped and look at what we are wearing. As expected, we all wear black. We all look at Bob first, covered in black and purple--he wants to be the walking MANIA album. His hair, which he usually calls ‘waves of purple’, is joined with a black sleeveless shirt with the words ‘black’ written all over it in purple. Dark purple skinny jeans with the rips surrounded by a lighter shade of purple. Lastly, his black converse where he painted the Fall Out Boy logo on the sides. His face only got purple eyeliner. We turn to Liam, who ha