Breakup The sky is dark, The water is murky. I can't tell you if things are going get better, I can't tell you if your feelings will ever change. The songs are sad, The nights are long. I can't tell you if the tears will stop, I can't tell you, you won't think of him. The heart will ache, Your cheeks may be stained wet. I know, I've been down that road.

Keep Dreaming Ignore those who say you can't achieve your dream. They're just roadblocks on the way to success.

Amnesia(Gamer Love Story) Tagged: @tempestrising13 @tattyteddy (Disclaimer on first) Chapter 1 I held the lantern in front of me. The light was so dim, you could barely see ten feet in front of me. I was actually scared. Me-Kiersten Towers-afraid. Felix was trailing behind me a little bit. Truthfully, I think he wanted me to go first. He was a really cool person, and if we met under better circumstances, I would've probably admitted to liking him. He didn't fail to make me laugh either. He was carrying around a gold statue that he had officially called Stephano. Apparently, Stephano was French, too. This Felix guy was strange. Very strange. Very, very strange. I sighed, squinting."It's still so dark." "Stephano will lead us in the direction of the light!" Felix-or PewDiePie is what he told me to call him-exclaimed. I looked at him strangely,"You do know that he's just a statue, right?" I asked, my brow furrowed. "I bed to differ!" A different voice said, and I looked around frantically. "What was that?!" I asked, looking all around me. "Me, you fool!" My eyes widened as I heard the voice. It was French... Felix screamed, throwing the golden statue, pretty much stomping on it in a failed attempt to break it."Stupid. Fucking. Statue!" He screamed. I had to shush him, afraid something would come from nowhere. "Shush!" I whispered. "Pick me up you fool! And, I can tell you guys why you're here." Stephano said, I had to resist from laughing. A statue? Talking? And, I found it funny Felix's reluctance to pick him up. "Why are we here?" Feliz asked, his eyes wide. I nodded in agreement. I could be doing much better things at home, like working on my science project. Wait-this was far more interesting. I would much rather be here-you know, since it's most likely a dream. "You guys are in a dream like you guys suspected." Stephano said, and I sighed in relief."Felix's dream." I furrowed my brow,"Then why am I here?" "He dreamed you." Stephano spoke, and I looked at Felix who was bluching immensley."You're his dream girl, I guess." The statue shrugged. SHRUGGED! "So, I'm not real?" I asked, confused. "No, no you're real. You just got sucked in because you're exactly what he's looking for, or atleast that's all they would tell me." Stephano glared at the cieling and cursed. Yep, I think I was now delusional."Any other questions?" "Can we still get hurt here?" Felix asked. I avoided eye contact with him. I was his dream girl? "Most deffinetly." Stephano nodded, and I groaned a little."Leave me now. Continue your journey. I shall see you soon." Felix dropped Stephano right away."Wow..." He muttered. "So, dream girl?" I raised my eyebrow. "Uh, yeah." He blushed. He looked down, blushing majorly. I smiled. "It's cool, maybe you're my dream guy." I shrugged, continuing my walk. I cast one look over my shoulder, and caught him smiling while trying to catch up with me.

Amnesia(Gamer Love Sory) (Disclaimer: I do not own Felix-sadly-he is a YouTuber. I, however, own rights to my character Kiersten.) Prologue, Where Am I? The room I awoke in was nothing like my normal room. Instead of the greeting of my dog, Xavier, waking me, I heard groaning beside my bed. Come to think of it, the room had a horrid stench. I slowly opened my eyes, and gasped in horror. The walls were a brown-ish concrete material, and the room looked oddly familiar. Like the ones in... Amnesia. Wait! I had to be dreaming! I heard the groan again, and it woke me out of my daydream. I looked to the side of my bed, and seen a boy with shaggy hair, face first into the floor. I slowly stood out of bed, and briefly noticed I wasn't in my pajamas. Instead, I was in black jeans, and a black shirt, with black tennis shoes. I kicked the unknown boy lightly in the ribs."Um, are you... Okay?" Dumb question-I know. But, I figured it was necessary, though. He yelped, and jumped up. I laughed a little when I noticed his scream sort of resembled a girl."Who are you?" He had an accent? A Swedish one. At least, I think. That's what I think Ms.Smith said in World Studies. "I'm Kiersten. Don't worry, though. I think we're both in the same situation here." I shrugged. Wasn't going to try and blame him. How could he suck me into a fictional video game? It was most likely a dream."You can tell me who you are, and we can work together, or we could go our separate ways, and may the best gamer win." "I'm Felix." He said, slowly, eyes still searching. He was in a similar outfit as me."This has to be a-" "Dream." I finished."I know. We should just do what we'd do when we play, and I think we should get out of this dream-warp-thing fine." He nodded. "First off, it's kind of dark, so let's look for the lantern." I held back my gag reflexes as the smell crept back up my nostrils. Felix went straight to looking as did I."God, it reeks." "I think I found it." His face was scrunched up, pulling out a creaking lantern. I shielded my face as a swarm of moths flew from it. "Oh, yuck." I said. "Yeah," He nodded."Oil?" It took a little longer, but I finally found a small container of oil, to light it."I've never put oil in a fucking lantern. Never had to." I sighed."I can't found the opening." "That's what she said." He said in a high pitched voice. I looked at him like he was crazy."I usually make jokes, so I don't get... Freaked out." He shrugged. "Does it work?" I asked, pouring the oil into the lantern when I finally found the opening. "Well, this is real, I guess, so I don't know." I nodded, picking up the lit lantern."Stay close."

The Last One: Chapter 1 The sky was dark, as I stepped out of the abandoned store. Darker than usual. It just had a slight grey hint, and there were no stars. There weren't ever any stars. Stars that could give me that familiarity of home. They could give me that brief feeling of warmth, of safeness. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. How I longed to see the stars. To see them shine, and know how far, yet bright they were. In that moment, I wished I was a star. No worries, no zombies, no hassle. Something I hadn't felt since that day... Before the apocalypse. It was calm and quiet then. My mother had died when I was two. My father always told me she loved me, but I don't remember her much. But, she was beautiful. She had long, wavy blonde hair-to her waist. It was always silky, and shiny. Her eyes were greenish blue, that always sparkled with love. I have my father's features, though. Brown eyes-which my father had told me when I was younger, sparkled just like my mother's, dark brown-almost black-hair. I have my mother's nose and lips, though. I always do this. I get lost in my own thoughts, and cringe, remembering my father. His death. I shake my head, and continue to quietly walk down the road, grasping my axe tightly in my hand. The weapon I always use best. I heard a creek from a little bit behind me. Now, it doesn't frighten me as much, so I don't jump a bit. But, I am already on alert-axe ready to swing. I just want to find a new place to hide, and spend the rest of my 18th birthday sulking at how sucky my existence is. Sure enough, two zombies come limping out of the place I was just vacated in. It makes me shiver slightly, knowing that I was shacked up in the same building as them. I shake myself from my daze, and crack my axe onto one of the heads, and yanking it back out with all of my might, and cracking it into the head once more. I figure I don't have enough time to grab the axe again, so I throw myself at the cold concrete as the other one charged me. It bought me a little bit of time to find anther weapon, and I didn't waste a second to pick up a nearby large rock. I got right back up, and jumped out of the way, as it tried to tackle me again. When it wasn't paying attention, I jumped on its back and began to bash it's head. It moaned and groaned, and fell to the floor. I continued to keep hitting it over the head, then stopped when I felt it stop moving. I sighed in annoyance as I saw my clothes covered in blood. I only had one other pair, and I usually change once a week, or until I find somewhere to clean them. But I had just washed them, and it just annoyed me. I stood back up, slinging my old, dirty bag over my shoulder, and fighting my axe out of the zombie's skull. After a few minutes of prying, began to walk in a direction I'd never been. After an hour and a half of walking, I passed a sign that read; 'WELCOME TO THE TOWN OF BRAYDEN'