Unheard-Artists

    A lot of strange things have happened since I was attacked by that mugger. I went to the police and they took my statement. They let me go home and a few hours later they called and told me what I had already suspected. The man who attacked me was dead from blunt force trauma. They then said that the likely murder weapon was a hatchet, or a small axe.    The next day I was called in for an interview about the incident. As much as I tried to help I just didn't see who it was that saved me and ultimately killed the man. What worried me most though was that my cell phone and wallet, which had been taken from me from the mugger, were gone.

Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader X *You already know* (2P!Russia mostly) How? How in the ever living hell did I end up with this guy?! What do I do?! I can't object knowing what he might do to me! He almost killed Ivan for gods sake! Ahh why do bad things always happen to me?!                                                    *The Day Before* Junior high school student (Name) was walking quickly down the hall to get to her locker. Her last class of the day just ended and she wanted to leave before a certain group got to her. (Name) was one of few straight A students in her school, and the class that just finished was her algebra cla

Runaway!Abused!Tough!Child! Enjoy :) Small warning: There will be foul language from reader you'll find out why. The setting takes place in Italy The sun was setting as a little girl barely over the age of ten ran down the alley way, knocking over trash cans and anything else she can find. She looked behind her and saw, despite the many obstacles she caused, her step-mother was right at her heels. She started running again. Her (h/c) her flew behind her as she ran to a surface street. But not even the fact that they were now in public stopped her step-mother. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!" she yelled. The girl kept running. She had manage

It's been two weeks since I came back to (hometown) and so far my parents haven't come for me. They've called and messaged me, but that's just about it. Meanwhile Oliver has been acting like we're boyfriend and girlfriend rather than just friends. He even moved me in his house. But I stay in a guest bedroom. He gets jealous every time a guy flirts with me. He holds my hand and kisses my cheek when we're together. And he always pulls me close to him when we're in public. I can't exactly blame him for it though. Sometimes when I'm getting ready for bed I pass his room, and when I do I hear him crying. I ask him what's wrong and he tells me t

"Wweeeeeeeeee!" (Name) was sent up in the air and landed in Toris' arms just as she did the day before. The brown haired man started tickling her, making the girl go into a laughing frenzy. Moments later he stopped to let the little girl breathe. Ravis and Feliks had never ending smiles on their faces. (Name) had a beg smile too. As she tried to catch her breath Toris noticed a scar on her on the lower part of her neck. It caused him to become concerned, but he chose not to bring it up. "Hey, you know what we should do?" Feliks asked. "What?" Ravis said in return. "We should totally take (Name) shopping." Ravis smiled and rolled his eyes at t

It had been three days since Natalya had brought (Name) to Russia. Ravis spent most of time with her when he wasn't helping with chores around the house. Katyusha and Ravis did notice a major difference about Natalya ever since she brought (Name). She wasn't. . . . .scary. She was much more calm and nicer. It was as if she had become a totally different person. On the second day she was the one who had actually suggested having Toris and Feliks come over to meet (Name). Ravis was more surprised than Katyusha since he knew, or thought he knew, that Natalya hated Toris more then she wanted to marry her own brother. There was no doubt in their m

Your POV Midnight. Happy Birthday to me. I'm 18 years old. My parents can't control me anymore. I may not be an adult just yet, but they can't tell me what to do anymore. They're so busy with work I bet they don't even have anything planed for my birthday. They're probably just gonna buy a cake and that's it. I don't a birthday present from them. I'll get it on my own. Right now they think I'm sound asleep. I jump out of my bed fully clothed. I run to my closet and get the shoe box full of money I've been saving over the years. All of it consist of money from Christmas, past birthdays, and money I've earned from part time jobs I've had. If

(Name). . . . . . Don't do this. An oversized gray sweatshirt and black joggers were what I wore everyday. Getting made fun of for wearing the same thing everyday is better than getting fun of for wearing something new everyday. I learned to wear it in all kinds of weather. For 90 degree summer days to 5 degree winters. My whole world was empty. I was empty. There's nothing inside of me but my heart. Pretty soon that will be empty too. Then I will be nothing. I will be an empty shell of nothingness. My mother left me. My father's a drug dealer serving 20 years in jail. My friend. My best friend. . . . . . . . left me too. He left me to rot.

I remember everything about him, but still feel like there's something I forgot. Something very important. No matter how hard I try I can't seem to get even a small glimpse of what it might be. I know something big happened between us before I moved. Like a promise or something. But if it is a promise. . . . . . . then what is it? He caught her by surprise as she sat under a tree on a hill that looked over a field of colorful flowers. "Hi!" he greeted excitingly. "Eeep!" she fell to her side while he kept a large smile on his freckled face. She sat back up and tilted her head to the right side of her. "My name's Oliver. What's yours?" He sat

The air was becoming warmer now. All the snow has melted and the trees were growing back their leaves. (Name) was sitting on Francis' lap in the living room as he read her a fairy tale. "And zhey all lived 'apply ever after. Zhe end." "Yay!" (Name) clapped her hands as he put the book down. Bentley sat on the carpet in front of them as Kuma tugged on his ear. He had been doing that to the pit bull since the day he came. Bentley never bit back. He seemed as though he didn't even notice what the little bear was doing. (Name) jumped down and picked Kuma up. He immediately let go of Bentley's ear. "Kuma why are you so mean to Bentley?" The little