|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Face it, Desirée Doyle, you'd be doing the world a fucking favour if you died because no one wants you. . ."Get out of my head."No one wants you!"That's not true. . .". . .Even the woman who gave birth to you couldn't stand you and she dumped your sorry ass!"The fiery liquid that hung in my eyes, which I was desperately trying to hold back felt like a heavy storm brewing in the clouds. I was trying to keep it together because I could feel heavy sobs and screams hanging in my throat like a bunch of explosives waiting to burst out from their confines.The air in my lungs was tightening up, making it so hard to breathe as each second ticked by. That pent-up frustration, that anger, it swirled in the pit of my stomach, hinting at the one thing I needed to do like an incessant fiery red light depicting danger.I needed to scream. To let it out.'Say the words, Desirée.' That voice in my head, one I hadn't heard in a long while, snickered at me, dripping with so

|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|"So, where are you from?" the dark-haired man asked me, wearing an arrogant smirk on his face. The bastard knew what he was doing. He had been riling me up with questions that were unnecessary, spinning around in his swivel chair, and twirling a pen I felt propelled to ram into his carotid artery and watch every ounce of life seep out of his eyes.He was that annoying. His attempts at irking me only amplified my headache and heightened my hunger. My throat felt a little scratchy and my fangs were beginning to poke the inner walls of my mouth. It made me so sensitive. So sensitive, that I was drowning in the rhythmic movement of his heartbeat, eyeing his neck with an unnerving hunger that almost had me flying off the handle.What was more unsettling and fuelled my need to bolt out of his office was how I didn't even have to try so hard before I could pick up on the numerous thuddings of heartbeats I could hear from a distance. It was incessant—like a shrill noi

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"I am grossly disappointed at you all's a sorry excuse of an assignment!" the professor spat. The severity of his tone, which reeked of contempt and disappointment didn't garner even a sliver of reaction from me.My pursed lips occasionally moved as I blended the edges of the drawing in my notebook. I wouldn't necessarily rate my sketching skills a ten over ten, but certainly not mid either. Sketching wasn't something I did regularly. It was more of a once-in-a-while thing that never turned out to be a flop.I took a moment to appreciate the sketch in front of me. Even his sketch made my breath hitch so badly, creeping heat onto my cheeks and making my insides tingle so badly, causing them to erupt into butterflies that made me feel so light. Unlike the impassive look he always wore, his features in my sketch softened a little, giving him an angelic look. He looked more alive, and that darkness that was always weighing him down, hanging around him, was nowhere t

|•| IRIS CORTEZ |•|'For how long are you going to keep it all bottled up?' the question posed at me by my subconsciousness that chose to creep in when I least expected it caught me off guard and elicited a frown from me.The anger that brewed within me tripled in folds, swirling like a volcano that threatened to consume me and I found myself tearing my boxing gloves off my hands, and tossing them into the laundry basket.Sweat trickled down my face, drenching the thick material of my sports bra and I found myself peeling off the small material, followed by my joggers. I threw both of them into the hamper, stomping into the bathroom to take a shower.I knew staying too long in the shower would leave me dwelling on the thoughts I desperately wanted to shove into the deepest part of my mind. The same thoughts that had me choosing to get my anger out of my system by using a punching bag, but it only left me more furious than I was.I strutted out of the shower, grabbing two towels, wrapp

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|My fingers were working on the keyboard of my laptop at a speed that terrified even me. It almost made me feel like I was levitating, pouring out each word that swirled in my head non-stop, bobbing the soft music that flowed through my earbuds.But all of a sudden, one of the buds was yanked out of my ear, eliciting a frown from me, and halting my work. I swung my head up and was met with a grinning Iris who was tossing a chip into her mouth."Hey!" I chided her, "I was working!" I frowned.My best friend only let out an eye roll that indicated that she couldn't be bothered by what she just pulled off. She hadn't wiped her makeup off her face and her hair was still tightly locked in a bun. The only thing that had changed was the sports bra she was clad in and a pair of baggy sweatpants."What?!" I shot at her when I saw that she was still grinning at me. I pushed my laptop aside, tucking my hair behind my ear."Oh, relax, will you?" she huffed."Iris, I swear to