Nothing Left to Lose

All things worth having are worth fighting for.

Most people would say that being in love was the best feeling in the world, and to some degree, I would agree with them, but not when all you could think about was losing it or watching something awful happen so that your heart shatters into a thousand tiny, jagged little pieces. No, being in love was more frightening than gratifying.

Because I’m in love with you. Because I love my life with you in it. Because a world where someone as special as you lives, can’t be the horrible place I once thought it was.

Don’t worry, Ashton, he can’t hurt me anymore, no one can. I have nothing left to lose,” I said honestly.

I’ve given you the power to kill me and you don’t even know it.

What we want and what happens are two different thing entirely.

The alcohol induced memory loss is a form of protection from all the stupid things you did the night before.

All things worth having are worth fighting for,

This girl and this baby were my world, and the only things I needed out of life. I just hoped I could somehow make them as happy as they both made me.

Well, he told me you were a flirt who would try and get me into bed, but damn, I didn’t realise you’d start before nine in the morning.

In the moonlight, he looked devastatingly beautiful.

It was an unfamiliar sensation to me, but I knew what it was. It was love.

Music was a college attendee's survival essential; he'd need that to keep himself sane.

My sixteenth was anything but sweet; it was more like the passage into hell on earth.

lives. In some cultures, it’s even considered to be the start of passage into womanhood. My sixteenth was anything but sweet; it was more like the passage into hell on earth. March 12 was the day my dreams died and my life was sent into a downward spiral of pain, grief and terror. My sixteenth birthday

Right now I was standing in the cold of the night, queuing for admittance outside club Ozone – unknowingly waiting for my traumatic ordeal to begin.