Short Stories

This book is basically short stories created by song lyrics! * I accept song requests!


1. Jet Black Heart - 5 Seconds of Summer







Everybody's got their demons
Even wide awake or dreaming
I'm the one who ends up leaving
Make it okay



"Do it."

"No." My body trembled, taking a few cautious steps back. Or so I thought.

"Good." The mocking voice snickered, "You're so close to the edge. Go on. Do it."

"I-i said n-no."

All of this was wrong. My voice spoke something but my body did the opposite.

"Do it!"


My eyes peeled open, my hands clutching onto the sheets. Drops of sweat forming on the side of my warm forehead. The pounding against my rib cage, the thumping against my head, my gasps echoing off the walls. It was just a dream. You're fine.

"Are you really?"

"This is all part of your imagination. You're creating those voices. The more you think of them, the more they'll come and - "

"Don't avoid me. You know I'm here."

"No ones here, but me. It's all just part of my imaginati - "

"You know you would be better off taking your life away. Why suffer more? You're a masochist."

"No, I'm not."

Closing my eyes, my boney fingers hovered over my eyelids, but not too soon my long nails scraped the sides of my face. The burning sensation being unnoticed, but I was sure red lines were left printed. My hands shakily raked through my hair then to my ears.

"Come on, you could do it."

With trembling hands, I pressured them onto my ears, making myself believe that it would block out the voice. But it was no use. Because I perfectly knew that the voice was inside of me.

But I wasn't caving in. No, not this time.

"Nobody wants you. No one likes you. Why stay here? Just end it. End it now."

"No!" I screamed, the harsh vibration hitting against my throat. My lungs were giving in, "No! Just leave!"

Sitting still in the same position, listening carefully. Nothing.

Slowly, the hands that were once trembling detached themselves from my ears. My eyes fluttered open, the broad sunlight illuminating half of my flushed face. I heaved, letting my body go limp, my sore back hitting the mattress under.

I'm ok, I made it ok.


See a war I wanna fight it
See a match I wanna strike it
Every fire I've ignited
Fade into grey



Have you ever just been afraid of reality? Or knowing you're going to expect something you don't want? You don't want it to happen, but it does? These thoughts scattered across my mind, creating tension in my body. From the moment I saw my sisters car, I knew trouble was just a few feet away. Just waiting to happen. I slowly proceeded to the almost old grey house, where leaves were covering the once bright green grass. Within a second, my small body was facing the door. I fumbled with the keys, taking it, I tried to open the door. The constant movement of my hand made it impossible. Finally, I got it opened. There in the living room, was my sister with clenched fists and disheveled hair. My moms brown eyes rimmed with tears, her cheeks glistening from them.

"What's going on?" I asked gently while approaching them.

"You're sister is going to stop helping us."

The woman closed her eyes to retain the tears as she spoke. She was hurt. Like any mother would.

"I don't live with you anymore. I need that money. Stop being a selfish mother." The young adult rolled her eyes, avoiding stares.

"Emilia," I said in a hushed voice, "You know we need your hel - "

"You are all impossible! I need the damn money! I want to live on my own! Get that through your skulls, the both of you!" She yelled exasperated, "And you!" Her index finger directed towards me.

"Stop trying to fix this problem because you can't. This is between mom, dad and I. Not you. Why don't you help too, huh? You don't do anything for this family! You don't do anything to keep it together! You don't even pay for anything! So you have no right to speak on this subject! Just leave!"

There was no emotion shown on my face. But inside I was screaming. Kicking. Punching her. She doesn't know how much I do for this family. I pay for the gas. I pay for the water bill. I cook. I clean this house. I give them money when they need it.

But all I did was nod and leave.

Like always.

Accepting what others say to me, regardless if it's true or not.

This is what I get for trying to stop a problem. It's all goes downward more.


But now that I'm broken
Now that you know it
Caught up in a moment
Can you see inside?



Before I knew it I was outside again, my legs finally stopping at the familiar location. Letting myself crumble into pathetic tears, pushing my head between my chest and knees. It was no use. I can't fix their relationship. I can't change her.


My breath hitched. My awful exaggerated sobs restraining themselves for a moment.

"Are you ok?"

His soothing voice only brought myself to my breaking point again. I can't hide it anymore.

"N-no actually, I'm not."

My body flinched at his touch, "Hey, look at me."

Slowly, I lifted my head. His soft gentle green eyes filled with concern. Those eyes that would look at me with admiration and love. Those eyes I always wanted to look into. They brought me peace. Now, I was worried to look into them. Thinking that I would just fall all over for him. But regardless, I looked into them.

"Andrea, I know you might not want any help, but please...," he pleaded, " Please let me help you. I care so much about you."

Don't tell him. You'll worry him too much.

Just stay quiet.

"Andrea, please."

He was crouched in front of me. Only inches away from me. The tip of our noses touching, that if him or I were just to move our heads forward a little, our lips would connect like before. His soft lips. Soon enough he had cupped my face, wiping the tears with his thumb. His eyes rapidly moving side to side, looking into mine. He pressed his forehead against mine, our eyes automatically closing.

A shaky sigh left my mouth as I prepared to speak.

"My family and I... we aren't exactly rich, we're not even considered average. We are the definition of poor. Yes they work, but... they don't pay them what they deserve."

"Why don't they say anything?" He was now holding my hand, glancing at my lips.

"My parents are immigrants."

As soon as I said that I shut my eyes, not wanting to see his reaction. He'll probably not want to talk to me because I'm a daughter of immigrants. The ones who come and "take away" from citizens.

"Hey, just because your parents are immigrants, doesn't mean I'll see you any differently. You're still a person, and I still care for you."

Brushing off his last comment, I continued, "The thing is that they take advantage of that. They don't give them their holidays..., They sometimes stay longer than their normal work hours  and they still get paid the same amount. My sister was helping out too, paying only the water bill. They can't run with everything on their own."

"Today, she came over. She had left about 3 weeks ago, and it was on a bad note. When I saw her car I knew nothing good could ever come out if it. As soon as I entered, I saw my mom on the verge of crying and my sister pretty frustrated. It was then declared that my sister was no longer going to help us out with the house because she wants to live her life and she needs the money. I was about to try to help, but Emilia cut me off immediately. Saying that I shouldn't talk because I don't do anything for the family and that I don't help with any payment. "

"But she's wrong, because I'm the one that pays more than her. I'm the one with 2 jobs, trying everything to help my parents. But she's such a selfish asshole who thinks that she does everything, that without her we would be nothing."

"Come here."

His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. His fingers running through my hair in a soothing manner.

"Don't frustrate yourself over her. The important thing is that you know that you are helping your family out. You know very well that you don't need her, maybe money wise, but other than that, she never was a good sister or daughter. I know you don't like the fact that this is hurting your mom, but take comfort in that your mom trusts you more. Because at the end of the day, your mom is so appreciative of you. Just worry about your parents and yourself, not your sister. And hey," He nudged me playfully, "You're the better Keller."

Blushing, I buried myself into his chest, trying to find some time of warmth I don't tend to get. My ear was pressed against his chest, attentively catching the beating of his heart. His breathing grew heavier, like the first time he had hold me in his arms. Hesitantly, I looked up at him.

Everything stopped.

Before the both of us knew it, we were leaning in, is this really happening?

But no, it was just in the moment.

From where I was, I was now standing; backing away from him. My lips parted, my eyes trained on him, wanting to just run back to his arms but... my legs were taking steps back. For each step, I could see his heart break more, or so I thought.

It's all my fault.

I'm causing him this pain.


Cause I've got a jet black heart
And there's a hurricane underneath it
Trying to keep us apart



But I can't. He doesn't deserve me. He deserves so much more. He deserves a true woman. Someone who can walk freely, who can talk without being afraid of what they might slip. Someone who isn't a daughter of immigrants.

I know I look pathetic right now. I do. Because I don't know what I want. Maybe I'm not mature enough, I don't know. 

Eyes brimming with tears, tears that are holding back. Lips parted, knuckles clenched; all describe me right now.

"Andrea... please don't walk away from me."

It wasn't just the sound of desperation in his voice, but the emotions his eyes were pleading at me. Yearning for me to just go back to him. He started to take small steps towards me. Mimicking the way a human would when approaching his pet when they have something.

I'm the animal.


I write with a poison pen
But these chemicals moving between us
Are the reasons to start again



He had me where he wanted; and where I wanted to forever be.

In his embrace.

His arms securely wrapped around my waist, he didn't even let me move a muscle; fearing that I would want to push away and leave him again.

But all I did was hold him too. Not wanting to waste the limited time I had with him. He gently pulled away, still managing to have a good grip on my hips. He pressed his forehead against mine, just taking the time we had together in each other's embrace.

"Look at me, please."

I did. His beautiful green eyes just taking the color out of mine. One of his hands cupped my face, his thumb lovingly caressing my cheek. My hands found themselves gently gripping on his elbows, my body just didn't want his touch to go away.

I needed his touch.

Just the feeling of his touch made me melt into his arms. It made me delusional. It made me think that I belonged in them. When I know exactly that I don't.


Now I'm holding on for dear life
There's no way that we can rewind
Maybe there's nothing after midnight
That could make you stay


I don't know what came over me, I pulled him in for a hug. I clutched onto him like if it were the last time I was going to hold him like this. But I'm not acting, this will be the last time.

I know he doesn't love me like that anymore. He just cares about me. I sometimes wish we would've just broken up on a bad note so he wouldn't see me in this state.



"Awh! Come on! Why would he do that?"

It was really no use yelling at the tv, but these soccer players just frustrate me sometimes. I may love my team and country, but sometimes they're just stupid out there. The first session ended, commercials taking over the screen. I leaned back into Michael's arms while scrolling through tumblr. But I soon froze when I felt Michael looking down at me.


There was something different in the way he looked at me. He began to shower me with kisses. Cheek, neck, nose, forehead and lips. I giggled and squealed in delight, finding all the love overwhelming; but still loving it.

"Mikey!" I laughed, "What's with all the kisses, not that I mind." I said after settling back down again.

He started to lay me back, my back hitting the soft cushion.

He hovered over me, "I've realized that I couldn't ask for a better girlfriend. I found the one I want to keep forever. The one I see myself sharing my life with. You're the one baby."

Our lips met, both of us craving for each other. Letting ourselves go and melt into each other's touch.


"Ha! I won! I won!" I shouted incredulously.

"I let you win." He mumbled as he slammed the remote down in defeat.

"Uh huh. You said that the last 5 times. Admit it, I'm much better than youuu." I pointed my wiggling finger at him as I swayed my hips a bit.

He rolled his eyes trying to keep an upset face. A smile though, fought its way to his face; he slowly got up and got closer to me.

"C'mere you."

Once again, our lips smacked against each other. Our bodies sighed in relief, knowing it was our escape. We were each other's escape.


We had finally gotten home. We knew we had a long day ahead of us the next day, so we both agreed on sleeping early. Laying in bed, I snuggled into him. His chin rested on my head and his arms holding me closer. He pressed his lips onto my head before sighing.

"I love you." He said as he gave me a light squeeze.

"I love you."


I knew we couldn't go back to those times. As much as I would want to relive them once again, I can't. There's nothing left for him. There's nothing left of this relationship; it's all gone. But I don't want to let go just yet. After this, we will go our separate ways.

He will move on.

But I won't.


But now I'm broken
And now that you know it
Caught up in a moment
Can you see inside?


Cause I've got a jet black heart
And there's a hurricane underneath it
Trying to keep us apart


I write with a poison pen
But these chemicals moving between us
Are the reasons to start again


The blood in my veins
Is made up of mistakes
Let's forget who we are
And dive into the dark
As we burst into colors
We turn into life


I know all I ever do is make mistakes. I was a mistake after all, I wasn't intended to be alive. I wasn't planned like my sister.

I'm being selfish. I'm being a hypocrite. I know I don't deserve him, but I want him all for myself. I need him all for myself.

I pushed him away, slight panic taking over his eyes; but I reassured him as I took him by the hand. I kept walking with him trailing behind. He didn't say a word, I could tell he he was afraid. Afraid that if he said anything, he would risk the chance of me not staying.

But now here we are.

At the place where this relationship started. Where our lips met for the first time. Sounds cliche, but it was magical. Surrounding us was a few trees, grass, a fence. His backyard.

His eyes glistened in the moonlight, his half lit face giving him the image of an angel.

It was then when I realized that it was worth it.

He still loved me the way I loved him.


Cause I've got a jet black heart
And there's a hurricane underneath it
Trying to keep us apart
I write with a poison pen


But these chemicals moving between us
Are the reasons to start again
To start again


Our bodies held each other again, our eyes met and our smiles wide as ever.

It doesn't matter where you're from, our nationality, our race. So what if I'm the daughter of immigrants? I'm still a human being. I'm still the same. I have hands, I laugh, I smile, I cry. Something we all do. We are all the same. I well know that I can't ignore the fact that my parents aren't exactly free in this country, but I could sure not always think of it.

I just needed him with me. Have him with me again. Create memories for the future.

"I love you." He said smiling.

"I love you ." I giggled back.

The sensation of his lips on mine was unbelievable. I just found myself digging much more deeper than I need to be. I fall in love with him even more.

"I'm so sorry. I love you... just not in that way anymore. I still care about you. I'm sorry."

And once again, I saw his figure disappear into the dark. Leaving me in distress and with a broken heart.



That night haunted me every night, but tonight was the night to make it go away and replace it with a good one.

He held my face, his eyes flickering from my eyes and lips, "I love you, I love you so much. Don't leave me." He pleaded.

I nodded, "I love you. Don't ever let go." I whimpered softly.

For the first time, I felt alive again. He gave me something I will always need, his love and comfort. We kissed like before, like the in love couple we used to be. But, we will always be that couple. He will always be the one I want and need.


When I first heard this song I was in love. It's one of my favorites :) I believed the next will be a Selena song! And I don't know if I should just make up a name or just put Y/N  or something I don't know. Love you guys stay beautiful!


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