no-one-ever-knows-me

    Were they starring? They were starring.    You shifted your hand over the fleshy bruise encompassing your left eye. It was so embarrassing to even be here. You could handle yourself, you didn't need any damn police officer giving you fake sympathy.    The entirety of the bullpen seemed to be giving you the eye. Hardened criminals were handcuffed to benches, waiting for lawyers to arrive. Witnesses and bail bondsmen chatted with the officers at desks. And here you were, a young woman stranded on a cushy chair, looking like you had been in a bar brawl.    You ignored the curious looks and concentrated on the desk facing you. Not much

((  Comment please! I love all my comments and read all of them even if I don't reply! NOTICE!: This is from the POV of Germany's man diary. )) June 24, 2013. I have received a letter from (Name), it has been so long since I last saw her as a child. She was coming to Germany in July and wanted to meet with me. Of course I accepted and even invited her to stay with me. I have mixed feelings of this visit though. When I think about her coming I feel so funny. My heart gets this odd pain and starts to throb... I can't explain it. In any case I look forward to seeing her once more. Who knows what she is like now? Is she anything like the littl

”Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?” – Mulan [f\n] held her head between her hands; rocking her body back and forth while she waited for whatever punishment she would receive (because there wasn’t a single chance that she would walk Scott free of something like this). The facts simply didn’t add inside her jumbled thoughts. She went for her swimming training. She had nearly drowned with the extra amount of clothing she had insisted on wearing. And somewhere between the lack of oxygen that had most likely killed the last two functioning brain cells that possibly existed inside that thick skull she

Guns, bullets, blood, flesh. Every night you woke up screaming, your brain tearing through the memories that you had done so much to forget. Therapy, antidepressants, confiding in friends, alcohol, even one time you dared to try drugs. You were only 23, 2 years after leaving your service in the Navy SEALS. This was one mistake out of many in your life; but it would be the biggest, and longest lasting one of them all. You had done a grand total of five tours, experiencing and causing more deaths than you had ever hoped to. You had enlisted when you were 17, thinking that you would be serving your family and your country. But you had realized