Full name: Kiara Alma Aurora Age: 17 Hair: Hazelnut Eyes: Alexandrite Skin: creamy, porcelain Height: 5'6" Weight: 127lbs Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Straight Favorite Drink: V8 Vfusion or Cherries Jubilee glass bottle soda Favorite Frozen Treat: orange popsicles Favorite Food: strawberries/cucumbers/salmon Hobbies: piano, caring for her kitten (Midnight) Fears: men, the dark, unlocked bedroom doors Marks/Scars/Tat...

"Are you okay?" "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" "Well... your expression... and you're a ways from home." "Port Angeles wasn't home." "Okay... so why are you sad?" "This town reminds me of Rhode Island." "Your home?" "Yeah..." "What reminds you of it?" "The library... the smallness of it all." "Oh." "It makes me think of my parents..." "I'm sorry." "...and my brother... and the accident." "Do you want to leave? Go somewhe...

"...look into my eyes, it's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide... Don't get too close, it's dark inside, it's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide... your eyes they shine so bright, I wanna save that light..." -Demons by Imagine Dragons. your eyes, dark as they are,  are so bright, they blind mine. mine, light as they are, are hiding dark secrets.*** Rory looks over at Kiara as she takes off her ja...

Dear my love, I know you'll be the one to find me. I'm not sorry for doing this, though perhaps for not telling you. But I knew you would not approve. My love, I'm tired... I'm dying anyway... or I was... I had six months to live, sweetie, I was bedridden. I didn't want to be a burden. I didn't want to lose all my dignity. I didn't want you to see me suffering. I was tired, my special one. I hope, even if you do not appro...

"Mirror mirror on my wall, ruthless to your victim... skinny, all these voices singing, skinny, all my monsters singing..." -Skinny by Edith Backlund. hunger pains and baggy jeans hiding me from people who would see this ugly me. ana, why are you  doing this to me? too skinny to fit anything too fat to start eating too stupid to see  that ana is the one doing  this to me. "Mirror mirror on the wall, ruthless to your victi...

Don’t look at me. Please. They cover me, puckered and pink, Some fresher than others, Some old and fading. They burn when emotions overrun me, Letting me know they are still there Under my clothes. Don’t tell me it’s wrong, And you don’t have to tell me I’m ugly- I look in the mirror, I see it, I know, But it really isn’t wrong. It’s certainly not right But it has saved my life If I had held it all in And not let it trick...

Cigarette butts littering the bedroom and yard, I can see in your eyes the alcohol and drugs. No, I don't mean the legal stuff... I mean the stuff that will get you locked up for possession as soon as you turn eighteen. I mean the dangerous stuff. Those highs you love so much? The escape from reality? I hope you love them as much or more than your life, because they shorten, and sometimes take, it. Trust me, my older sist...

I read once about a girl who cut stinging words into her flesh, some flowery, a few dirty, many harsh and emotional. The book was really very good. It was titled Sharp Objects and written by a now favorite author by the name of Gillian Flynn, called so because the woman within would use any object to slice herself to safety so long as it was sharp enough. Reading the book of murders and teeth pulled out, a small town of 2...

You will never see your sixteenth and all because your sister's ex was mad she was dating again enough to kill you because you got in his way and kidnap her after choking her into submission. You will never kiss your girlfriend again and I know many say you were too young to understand love that you both were too young to know it, but I hear her sister speak of you two, and I know it to be true. You will never dance toget...

"Everything wasn't okay..." -Losing Grip by Avril LavigneI walked into the room and you walked out. I hugged you and you stiffened, I kissed you and your lips were frozen. It was like when you were on that one assignment for months and we couldn't be seen together, only worse because I know your assignment now is nothing like that. Why won't you hold me? Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you kiss me? I miss you! You wer...

"A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect..." -Face Down by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. As you yell at me another man looks on and as you push and shove a woman watches  and as you hit me neither does anything, but as soon as I'm down on  the ground and obviously hurt there is someone there- someone other than the two watching on and suddenly there are a dozen people and they are all around me and they are helping me and t...

Drugs don't make you cool, And if your boyfriend does them, that doesn't mean that you have to do them too. So let the drugs go- and the boy, and rejoin your friends, I promise- we can bring you joy. We miss you, You aren't the same P------ we once knew... Don't you miss us too?

"Sophie cannot finish her dinner, she says she's had enough... Sophie's trying to make herself thinner, says she's eaten too much..." -Sophie by Eleanor McEvoy. It's three in the morning and she's still exercising, downstairs in the home gym. She becomes dizzy and stops, slowly stepping from the machine. She takes a sip from her water bottle, a bite of lettuce, and gets back on for another half hour until she is out of he...

The day was good. I think it was Friday, or perhaps Thursday, but either way, the whole day was amazing... Until the very end. The bell had rung and I was walking to the stairs when I heard a guy from my grade (he was on the bench in the Senior section upstairs) exclaim, "I'm gonna jump!" Now, that bit freaked me out and I turned, but he got down off that bench and he laughed. That fucking asshole laughed. Sure, let's all...

"Way down... way down... way down. ...They found you on the bathroom floor..." -Cemetery Drive by MCR. "'Lena!" His voice, rough from cigarettes and powders, sloppy, stomach-twisting from the slur of the alcoholic life. His breath sour - bitter - to my nose and broken-glass ragged in my ear. He staggers toward me, about as balanced as a cat on its front two legs. Snap out of it! Curled in on myself on my bathroom, black-c...