My ImmortalI'm so tired of being here.My Immortal3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Being lost, alone, searching for myself. Misfit. It's what I am. Even with my closest friends, I never felt accepted. I never knew who I was. I was never happy.
Growing up with Darcy, I was so afraid I'd end up like her. Racy, wild. Getting caught up with the wrong crowd. Depressed. I thought if I stayed close to God and avoided all the...bad people, then I'd be okay. And life would be perfect.
I've been that way since I was a child.
And when I met you, my instinct kicked in. I wanted to stay away from you. I knew you would change me, and break down everything I had built up. I felt that big, life-changing things would come if I got involved with you.
But I also felt...a spark. A spark that I knew was something special. And I wanted it to grow, I wanted to make a fire. But I supressed those feelings with all those stupid childish fears.
You saw through that, though.
You saw that it wasn't really me.
And you refused to give up, and I fell in love with you.
Don't Let Him Hurt You"Puddin! Please, don't kick me out again! You know how much I love you!" Harley pleaded for permission to stay, but Joker had had enough!Don't Let Him Hurt You3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"HAAAARLEY! I will not have you screwing up every little plan I make! OUT!" He pointed toward the door and threw her purse across the room. "And take the stupid mongrels with you!"
Harley slowly got up off her knees. "Puddin. Mistah J. Please." She tried to wrap him in a hug, but he shoved her to the floor and went back to his desk. Harley's lip quivered and tears streamed down her face. After much limping she managed to hobble to her purse and feebly mumble, "Babies. Come here." The two massive hyenas looked up happily and bounded toward her. She gave them a faint smile, and looked at Joker one last time. "Why don't you love me?" she whispered, petting Lou on the neck.
Knock knock knock. For some strange reason, there was a knock at Jonathan Crane's door. He set down the new fear toxin he was working on and cautiously tiptoed across the room. He bac
Count On ItWhy do you hate me?Count On It3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What did I ever to do to you?
I give you everything I have, everything I am. I let you do whatever you want to me; I never complain. I keep my mouth shut like a good girl until you're finished. And then I snuggle up next to you, and you're at peace for the night. Each time I fall asleep, I pray that when I wake it'll be the morning you decide to give it all up. And love me the way I love you. I pray so hard to any god that will listen. None of them ever do. I guess you're right then, that I don't matter. I don't even matter enough to get my prayers answered.
But, shit, I've wanted this more than anything I've ever wanted anything.
I don't care what they say. I don't care how many times my friends tell me it won't work. It will, I know it will. We're meant for each other, puddin. Star-crossed lovers. I don't know how I know it, I just do. No matter how many times you slap me, bruise me, bite me, stab me, hurt me, I still feel like I'm in the right place. When yo