Lahat ng Kabanata ng FALLEN: HIS ALONE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

[Prepare you tissues darlings, you might need it]…"How does it feels like to burn, not in fire, but in hot dripping larva...How does it feels like to be lost, with not a single sense of direction...How does it feels like to want to tear your heart out, and rid of yourself of every single shit called emotions and feelings...How does it feels like to be lifeless and feel at peace like that is what you always wantedNot to go deep, What is the even the definition of peace?What is love?And what is happiness?...I don't know all this things, and to say I have ever even felt it was when I was a kid, you know innocent and all naïve, but now?, now it is something forbidden, and rather replaced with the feeling of been buried in a water, the feeling of drowning, suffocating, dying, even though you are livingI knew it all too well...A feeling that tore me apart, broke me into pieces, and made sure there was not any single remains leftA feeling that no fucking amount of shitty "Sorry" c

ELIAS..."Is it that you're getting old, or have forgotten the damn incident that you literally chose to bring a new scapegoat into my room"I said...No, I yelled it out all at once immediately I stomped up to the damn housemaster with my voice pissed and ill mannered, but he didn't seem to care about the way I spoke to him. Instead, he sipped his damn coffee some more, that I wish I could just throw away, before finally looking at me"We, or should I say, I know you didn't kill anyone"He said with a cheerful smile on his shitty face, and placed his coffee on the table, even though I wasn't smiling one bit, because I was keen on making this old man get it into his damn skull that I was nothing but poison"I would do it..."I yelled out and looked straight into his eyes"I would make that green eyes life hellfire"I spat out at him, but he?, he only shrugged my words off as if it was nothing, and it fucking made my blood boil ten times more hotter than before, so I slammed my hand har

LUCAS...I left that dickhead, and returned back to the class, thank goodness the lecturer wasn't there yet, or else my first official day would have been ruined because of that pile of shit, but I don't still feel at ease, so I typed with my phone as I walked, about the person that was murdered by the damn blue eyes, but what I got was that the toxic guy was innocent, and honestly, it made me so damn confused, if the internet was wrong, or if the university only covered up the shit that damn guy did, and if it was the case, that was so fucking messed up and disgusting!, but I couldn't still help feeling like I was in a maze, and it kinda made me think about that bright eyes that I had spoke with a while ago, so I wanted to ask him what he thought about this, but sadly, some trashy person was already sitting on the spot I sat down on, and he kinda looked like a thug, so I didn't wanted to look for trouble, and ruin my low profile, so I walked away from that direction to sit somewhere

WARNING, THIS CHAPTER MADE MENTION OF SELF HARM RELATED STUFF, READ WITH CAUTION.....LUCAS...."What the...""Bl...blood?"My voice broke as I saw cotton wool covered with blood, and it made all the adrenaline in me spike up, my thought did as well too, cause what the heck, what the HECK!!!!I rubbed my forehead, as I tried to think, to reason, to bring out a fucking explanation for it, but I don't think he had gotten hurt recently, so could this be from his new victim?My thought murdered me, and made my breath shake, as I immediately trued to back away from the bin, and run out of the room, but my shaky clumsy leg kicked it again in the process, and it spat out a burnt picture of person...someone, and seeing the picture come out of the bin, a curious side of me that I was sure would be the cause of my death, made me literally move closer to see who it was, and when I moved closer to the bin, and took the picture in my hand, even though some side were burnt, I could still make out

LUCAS..."What's wrong with me?"I thought to myself, no...I racked my head without mercy, but in the end, I found no answer to it apart from realizing that I don't want to leave this room....not anymore, but...but I want to...help him, I know I know it's like the most shittest thing I would ever want to do, and am probably, really going to regret it, but, but I who is a pathetic loser wants to help him, even though the old me would have done literally everything to stay away from himUgh, it's so complicated and frustrating, and was literally like a puzzle I still don't fully understand, but...but all I knew was that I don't want him to hate me more than shit, cause it would make the guilt I have for reading his diary kill me, so when Mr. "Not a devil" returned few days after that incident, to pick up a notebook, probably his assignment, I dared to risk my life again, and blocked his way before he could leave"Am sorry"Yes I did it, the person who didn't feared getting slapped by hi