Brandon is forced to come out to his family, what happens to him next?

These are Ash's personal vents, they will be from different points of view.

Pronouns: They/Them

There's resources for you 24hrs after assault, even a week after. But there isn't much for hey it's been 7 years and I'm just now realizing what happened when I was a teenager. So I wrote down a few of the things google couldn't tell me.

" The girl - last days of darkness " is the story of a girl who is facing so many problems in her life .Her life is not stable. Something bad happened to her in the past and that is affecting her again and again .

This story represents the last days of the girl's life . As the story moves, you will find what actually happens .

Note : Before reading ,

If you are going to read , please consider me as your friend and read it completely.  This story will be published in series .

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With Immense love ,

Parth .

Once upon a time there was a kingdom. A kingdom full of common people who were scraping by however they could. A kingdom full of nobles who had more than they ever needed. A kingdom full of imbalanced power and inalienable longing.

There was a servant girl who was the mother of the king's son. There were many other women who were the mothers of many saccharine children.

And somewhere in the reality between realities, there were four women creating.

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The lands are burning in misery, drowning in tears.

My name is Mihu. I was a peasant farmer, in the years long since passed. In the times long since gone by. I was taken from my home, back when I was alive. I ascended into godhood when I died. But even as a god there was only so much I could do. Most people couldn't even see me. I could however offer bits of protection, support, and strength to the people of my town and my world.

It's clear to see that the world needs it.

And the baby who just entered this world under the light of the moon? The baby who was just born to an impoverished family of factory workers in the slums? I can tell that the road in front of her will be filled with misery.

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Milahi loves her family. She loves her community. She loves her people. She works hard at the cafe six days a week. They don't have much. But they have each other. They make sure they have each other no matter what. And that's strength.

She's blessed as much as she's cursed.

As much as the Lords have every piece of her, they don't have her soul.

Monday through Saturday are days for misery.

Sundays are days for joy.  For rebellion. For hope.

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The kings and queens were satisfied ruling in their large palaces. They thought, falsely, that their people loved them. The people were struggling to scrape by with their poverty and their oppression. But the Forest glowed beyond the fields and villages. The Forest that was the only thing the nobles feared.

For it's powers and it's magic did not belong to them.

But the young woman with the dark hair and eyes, as much as the prince wanted her, she belonged to the Forest. And she would use the powers it gave her.

Azalia was child in a farming village that was hovering near poverty but getting by just fine. She had friends, family, peace, health, free time, and happiness though she never had what one would call a luxury. She was happy. Until the bombs started dropping. She didn't know why. No-one did. They just knew that there were many different ways to lose your loved ones.

Right now she's trying to provide for her loved ones, trying to survive. But to the soldiers anything is fair game. Anyone is fair game. For whatever their purposes are.

Azalia was child in a farming village that was hovering near poverty but getting by just fine. She had friends, family, peace, health, free time, and happiness though she never had what one would call a luxury. She was happy.  Until the bombs started dropping. She didn't know why. No-one did. They just knew that there were many different ways to lose your loved ones.

Right now she's trying to provide for her loved ones, trying to survive. But to the soldiers anything is fair game. Anyone is fair game. For whatever their purposes are.

It's sad that we live in a day and age in which rape and sexual violence has become normalized and common. Let's put an end to rape culture once and for all. Equal rights should be for everyone, not just rich white straight cis men.

I'm open to any collaborations or edits/suggestions you might have.

-Blue

This is the story of Lynn Owens, a teenage girl who had it all. The love of her life, her family, and even money. She knew she needed nothing more. Insert Grace Lynch, and Lynn felt like the happiest girl alive.

...Until the unthinkable happened. When Grace is left comatose in the aftermath of something awful, Lynn is destroyed, fraught, and unsure of how to feel about anything. Lynn continued to fight, deciding that staying strong and being with Grace was the best option. However, as hard as Lynn tried to keep herself together, the evil of man and the darkness within herself had come out on top.

Lynn finally shattered and what came with that was a yearning for numbness. She spiraled out of control, falling into the world of Heroin and Benzos. Further and further she fell, until she was placed into The Oregon Mental Health and Substance Abuse Rehabilitation Center by her parents and a lone friend. Alone and scared, she was now forced to look at herself...and a pair of familiar faces.

Can Lynn take a step forward without taking another two backwards?

What happens when Lynn meets the problematic singer and songwriter, Jay Ward? With anger issues and an appetite for destruction, could Jay be exactly what Lynn needs? Could Lynn be exactly what Jay needs? Or are they one another's downfall? Will Grace return to Lynn?

Can Lynn pick up the pieces and regain what once was?

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