Tyler stared out his window of his apartment, looking at the four story drop below. Behind him his parents fought, and when the noise became too loud, he pulled his blade, adding a few more neat lines to his wrist.

Amanda looked out the window of her apartment, wondering if the three story fall would be enough to kill her. The night she didn't want to remember still haunted her. The final words he spoke were enough to make her thrive to be thin. She put a cigarette to her lips, grateful her mother was too high to notice that she wasn't eating...again.

Two different lives, two different stories. Two people living a floor away. Two journals tell the story of lives looking for an answer, looking for a friend, looking for anything at all, any reason to feel alive.

There were two reasons his parents wouldn't agree with his relationship.

1. He was sixteen, dating an adult.

2. He was dating a man.

Conner almost regretted blackmailing his sister into letting him into her party, because it was that damned party that led to him falling head over heels into a forbidden love.

He would do anything to keep his relationship a secret, but can he?

Just a blog of mommy adventures. With one baby and one on the way, its quite an adventure.

Rated pg-13 for unmommy like language

There was something satisfying about hearing his victims scream, seeing the terror on their faces. Human life meant nothing to him, as far as he was concerned, they would all die eventually, so he may as well enjoy it.

He did his job with sadistic glee, leaving his mark for any who dared to try to track him. Killing was part of the job, torture made it so much more enjoyable. There was something sexually satisfying about hearing their screams before he finally put them out of their misery. No one said he had to make their death a quick one. Besides, he was only doing it for her.

He was hers. He was a murderer for hire, and he loved every minute of it. He knew he was sick, and it was the best feeling in the world.

Will have dark sexual desire scenes that may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I'll try to keep them on a somewhat decent level

Jason had raised his younger brother. Sure, they had parents, well if a mom who walked out on them when Andrew was still in diapers, and a father who spent more times drinking then providing for his kids counted as parents.

Ten years later, Child Protective services interviene, ten years too late. Jason had forgotten what it meant to be a child, raising his younger brother on his own. Now Child Protective Services has two choices, put the boys in a home together and hope Jason would let down his guard, or separate the boys, in hope of giving Jason a chance to be a kid, instead of a parent of a boy only four years younger than him.