A story of me ruining writing promts: 

Ask him who tf they think they are, to destroy my OTP of who I'm part of like that.

Run away again. Coz why all that drama for nothing but to end up in the same situation as before? 

Nice, free VIP Pass. Also, lemme guess... he's the new love interest? 

"Don't worry, Sweetheart. All teenagers have their rebellious phases" I stand up, slamming my hand on the table. "It's not a phase Mom!" 

"Look at her, there she goes. With her innocent face. But I see you, bitch. That dress is red for a reason. Yo tryna hide that blood of your enemies. I wish I could whipe that smile off of her stupid face. I want to high five her with a chair in her pretty little face." 

"Oh Shit, what does that thing do? Ah! Fuck!" The deep voice in my mind cracked and a high pitched tone escaped his lungs. Not much later, I heard silent sobs. "Do you want to eat some Chicken Nuggets?" I ask, in an attempt to cheer him up.

"Nice, can I go to Hogwarts now?"

"Why won't you die?!" The man screamed frustrated, as he kept stabbing me with a knife. In the back, I heard someone laughing his ass off. 

What they don't know, is that I'm actually dyslexic and I've been reading my spellbook wrong.

"You think, you can defeat me?!" I shout. "I HAVE AN ARMY WITH THE POWER OF 13 SMALL CHILDREN, KNEELING BENEATH ME!" 

Both are telling me to solve my problems with murder.

Suicide Squad.

Okay, this is something I actually want to write.

...

Wait, should I actually do that?!