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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the عنوان I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 سال old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 سال old girl living in a tiny part of Asia. Now Asia doesn't only have China, Japan and Singapore آپ know. Besides that, here the system for things is completely out o' this world if آپ know what I mean. In Europian countries یا any part of America یا Australia where the education system is in actual words "fair" and "fruitful", in the place I live education system is...let's face it, A SHAM. Not being a horrible person here, but it's the truth. In those places where people depend on کتابیں and methods and long nights of studying to pass and do good on SATS یا stuff, here people rely on the سوال papers leaked the night before the exam and the exam center so they can sneak things in to the center. Well if after this, I'm shot in the head سے طرف کی certain "activists", I won't be shocked. But its the truth. So yeah, when you're fighting to gain recognition among 200 thousand students every سال where the universities can actually accommodate 10% of the candidates, its get harder every دن to live a normal life and breathe. I agree, the education system elsewhere is pretty expensive. Some can't even afford it. So here there's a certain thing called "public universities". These educational institutions promise quality education at about 5 dollars per month. Shocked? Even the average waffle costs مزید than that. But there's a huge twist here. The typical brown issues have a major headlight, beeming with the message "Guinea pigs, this way! Get your way in and a confirmed job after 5 years." Okay what's so hard in this آپ ask? Let me explain. In this harsh economy and cut throat system, each یونیورسٹی takes about 2000 to 2500 candidates max. Some even have 250 seats and the competitor فہرست exceeds 30k. Ranting too much? Sorry, old vendetta. So yeah, if آپ can squeeze your way in those 20,000 seats GREAT! If not, there comes the private varsities. These places are like the regular universities in countries with white people. They charge about a total of 25,000 dollars. Which is fair enough, some of them actually give good education. But the main problem with brown people, they can't accept change. سے طرف کی brown people I do mean people here, if you're brown please don't get offended. So yeah that's where the issues start. If آپ can't get yourself into those "public spots" fighting against all the unending corruptions and leaked سوال papers, you'll be termed worthless and talentless. Okay so wth anyway. Public یونیورسٹی folks get jobs and we're forced to sit and ogle.

آپ maybe wondering what this has to do with the story. Trust me, the connection is huge. So about 6 months پہلے I graduated high school. So like any other student, I wanted a good college. To get some good teachers and have a life maybe. But sad, I couldn't find a place among those "special children of the LORD" aka "Public Varsity Students". Not gonna lie some of them are majorly talented, but that doesn't mean I have to go through taunts from the اگلے door neighbor. Now if آپ didn't know, unlike white folks, people here have real interest in other people's business. There own house maybe burning down, but they gotta stand there with kerosene and matchstick to light the other's house on fire.

When آپ don't get any place آپ get weird calls from all over the city. From people آپ hardly know. Like dude I haven't even seen آپ all my life and now suddenly آپ wanna know where I'm gonna go study for the اگلے 5 years of my life? Okay that's just half the problems. Then come the اگلے door neighbor aunties. They're like the cheaper version of CCTV cameras. Here parents can't deal with the fact that their children may feel attraction towards the "opposite sex". So they're on the constant lookout for someone to come سے طرف کی so they can shoot both their children and the opposite sex children. And homosexuality? SHHHH! They'll kill آپ with a fork if they hear that. Anywho... if آپ can't afford to lookout for your children 24/7/365 with torch lights and inspection of their phone bills, just go on and ask the neighborhood aunties. They're like the mini James Bond, like I کہا cheaper CCTV. All آپ gotta do is شامل میں them and feed them one new gossip every week and they'll be the bodyguard آپ never had, always on the lookout for your kids. Where they at, who they with. Even if you're chilling one دن with your best friend(who's a boy) you'll soon hear things like, "I heard آپ were out with a boy today." My mom is the typical brown woman. One دن she walks in the house after a long دن of teaching, and finds me randomly playing games on the computer.

I had glasses back then. I pushed the refrigerator's door close. She walks up to me and asks,"Who visited today?" Me being totally unaware of the danger lurking سے طرف کی replied very normally that no one came to see my annoying face. She banged her fist against the door and started to scream. Okay WHAT IS GOING ON? My brother is actually nocturnal-ish. He sleeps the whole دن and the whole دن I was sitting in his room for the Wi-Fi connection he cut short so that I couldn't access it from my room. So okay he walks out and sees my mom almost fuming. I recalled this weirdly funny incident where I heard a woman whose eyes popped out cause she was too angry. Mom was raging and started screaming. She only said, "A BOY CAME ہوم TODAY!" Okay I was shocked not gonna lie. Cause I had a boyfriend and he lived on the other end of town. And if he didn't come see me(secretively) who was here anyway. Then the چائے was finally spilled. According to her, a man who apparently lives in our lane had told her he saw a boy visit سے طرف کی and me talking to him. I was so pissed. The only thing going on in my head was, who was this man? I asked my mom a hundred times who it was. Every time she replied with,"He's an old resident, he knows آپ and everyone." Now I've been living in this locality for 7 years so I can pretty much recognize everyone. Me and my brother pushed for مزید info. But she refused to budge. Then I came up on a conclusion. My mom had absolutely NO IDEA who he was. He could've been a murdered یا someone who had absolutely no idea who I was, but she didn't care! NO SIREEE! All she cared about was the thing he told her, that a boy came سے طرف کی to visit me. So this is a pen picture of what you're gonna see مزید ahead on this story.

I banged my glasses against the floor and destroyed my پسندیدہ piece of specs. I shut the door close and cried and cried till my breath couldn't get shorter. My boyfriend tried to calm me down but I just screamed at my fate.

So now that phase is kinda gone. I'm 19. She can't really complain about who I'm to date. She still does tho. So now that I'm proudly sitting at ہوم with no college and theoretically no future, I gotta hear things from the neighborhood aunties again. These kinda lines also come from my mom's colleagues. Lines like, "Oh poor her! My daughter came 44th on the test." And lines like, lemme فہرست them so آپ can have a proper chance to pop your eyes out:

"My niece is studying a lot! She won't even go out to drink water!"

"She studying so much that her tongue is getting bloated."

"Oh so she didn't get into any varsity? Okay no issues. Tell her to look into the neighborhood community colleges"

There's nothing wrong with community college. But آپ don't get it, its not actually an advice. Its a taunt disguised as an advice. She actually means,"I KNEW SHE WOULDN'T MAKE IT ANYWHERE! She has colored hair and she wears denims and jackets! Of course she wouldn't! HAHA sucker!" So yeah, that's what's actually painful. To see your mom say things like, "No one's interested in you!" and "You won't even get place on the streets." آپ start losing self confidence. So I bet that's gonna give آپ an idea why I'm actually a doormat. Everyone walks in and treads all over me and I'm expected to shake my head like a bobble-head.

Except that, everything's dandy. I live with my parents. Here we don't actually اقدام out. We اقدام in, مزید deeper into our parent's expectations and family's wishes. So yeah, great. I studied in a co-ed so I'm not as awkward as other girls near boys. I'm a self proclaimed extrovert and I believe in setting new boundaries. But it kinda gets tough when آپ have about 200 people breathing down your neck and expecting آپ to "KILL IT!" when آپ yourself, and all your self dignity has been killed. To be very honest due to the lack of support I had a change of goals all my life. Mostly stuck between "I wanna go explore everything while doing what I love, SING!" and "This country is hopeless and I'm مزید so." Yea I wanted to be a singer. I had a weird voice. A weird mixture between Perrie Edwards and PINK. But I was always told I had a good one. If only here people would learn to accept a stronger voice. Here its a common thought, unless your voice is as smooth and high pitched as Celine Dion, you're better off dead. I could never do that to myself geez, as if I've مزید left to be killed.

My best دوستوں are great. But like everyone else they have issues. They're kinda majorly dramatic. I dont blame them, they've been brought up to not accept change and mock people. But that's fine with me. I've dated 4 kinda of guys in my life, 4 boyfriends. And سے طرف کی now I;m out of feelings to spare and decided to live my in solace, cause if I can't have the one for me I ain't settling for anything less. We'll اقدام on to the discussion later on, this was just to introduce آپ to me. And to make آپ understand how it feels to be different. And morely, people have to stop calling up exotic. Geez I'm not exotic, you're too white. No offense loves.

A few مزید details about me, okay. I have sarcasm in my blood and depression in my eyes سے طرف کی now. I talk a lot but express very less.That's why I thought to express myself a bit with people who'll never meet me but will know a part of my story. I can handle criticism but I can't handle cheats. All my life I've struggled with titles "fuckboys" and "abusers". I talk loud and not in circles, that's why most people here can't stand me. I colored my hair a سال پہلے and was termed as an outcast and as a reason I never got into a public university. I'm in love with a guy who lives in Mexico and can never be mine, but سے طرف کی now I don't give a damn. I wanna grow up to do things I always wanted to do. Buy things without looking at price tags, go to his concerts. Did I mention the love of my life sings? Yes he does. And one last thing, I smile a lot and try to hide my problems. Cause I believe its useless to spread unhappiness. I watch makeup tutorials but have no makeup. I buy loads of "SEXY" outfits but can't wear them cause then I'd be shammed for dressing like a slut. I'm outspoken and at the same time shy.

So yeah, that's it for the 1st chapter. Sorry if this was too much info for all آپ guys, but I believe that to totally understand my story, آپ should be able to relate to me a bit. So yeah, till my اگلے chapter, let's all hope and pray ya'll don't suffer like I do and have a good life and I don't kill myself out of anxiety. On the اگلے chapter I'll take آپ back 4 years of my life and give آپ an inside scoop of why I AM A DOORMAT.

Leave me some love :) I'm back after 3 years lol
Title inspiration: Bang Bang سے طرف کی Nancy Sinatra


This fanfiction is a crossover between the Joker from the Dark Knight and Sweeney Todd. It has its own strand, and it is possible that there appear some new characters, یا not.
Batman is not supposed to, but maybe I will change my mind about that later.

The setting is England, London, in the 19th century - the Victorian Era.


But the most important part: this text is originally in german. I translated some of it into English, but most of it I didn't, so I fear آپ have to use Google for this.
If آپ request my translation, though, I might do it.

Sidenote:...
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posted by para-scence
I folded my arms, trying not to look at him. Blake was one of the biggest jerks I've ever seen. He's broken so many girls' hearts; he had no regard for their feelings یا anything. Now he was dating Heidi, a girl I also didn't care for. He looked at me with an expression of... fear? یا was it hate? Who knows.

"Uh.." he کہا stupidly. "What's your name?"

"Irina," I mumbled.

"I'm Blake," he said. I nodded, not really giving a fuck. "...Do آپ want to get to work?" I shrugged.

"What're we doing?" I asked quietly. He explained that we were to interview each other; find out about each other's lives,...
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posted by para-scence
The اگلے day, everyone was surprised when Andrew stopped by. Reed looked at him; distrust in his eyes. Andrew stood there awkwardly, his hands behind his back and staring at the ground.

"No offense, but..." Nikolai began.

"Why're آپ here?" Reed finished.

"Uh, I wanted to invite آپ guys to dinner. I thought it was the least my family and I could do," Andrew replied. Everyone was silent. I had to be the one to answer.

"Sure. Thanks," I said. He smiled. Reed looked at me like I was crazy. I ignored him.

"Great," Andrew beamed.

He left a little while later, after meaningless conversation; mostly...
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posted by para-scence
"Murder?! What the --- Why did--- Who'd he...?" I stuttered. Carmine and Nikolai waited patiently for me to somewhat calm down.

"Dalton's dead," Carmine کہا grimly. Oh no. Dalton. He had a bunch of people that stand behind him no matter what. This was going to bring hell down on us. How could Reed be so stupid?!

"What the fuck was he thinking?!" I shouted. Neither of them کہا anything. "Andrew and his دوستوں are going to kill us! I'm not going to be able to leave the house without getting jumped!"

"Harley, would آپ stop thinking about yourself for once?!" Nikolai shouted at me. clamped my...
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posted by para-scence
"It won't be so bad," Micah said. He held my hand in both of his, as we sat on the porch swing.

"I know..." I کہا sadly. But it will be. The foster family that was taking me in lived a half گھنٹہ away from here. I'd be going to a new school, have a new house, need to make new friends, and even live with new people. There's something not everyone gets to say. And I wouldn't be able to visit Micah.

"Alessandra!" called Mrs. Peters, my new foster-Mom, called. Her and her husband had finished putting my bags in the car, something they insisted on doing themselves so I could say goodbye to Micah....
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posted by sawfan13
I woke up alone and cold on a meadow. It was completely dark and silent. My دل was racing with fear, cold sweat going down my face, tears rolling down my face, my breathing getting heavier and heavier. My voice felt dry and swelled with fear and sadness so when I screamed,"Karrie!" the cold night air replaced my cry for help. I lifted my shaking body from the ground, as I had to force my feet to walk. I felt even مزید frightened when I stood. The cold calm wind, the awkwardness and loneliness, the fearfulness of nothing. I slowly walked in the dark cold meadow, hoping to find some signs...
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posted by Insight357
The museum visit had turned out to be fun. I learned Xander and Lucy were extremely educated about art, possibly مزید than I was.
    Before we left the museum, Alexander had spotted an ad for a local artistry competition. The winner would get a contract with the museum, and the opportunity to have artwork in museums all over the world. We thought it would be a good thing for Lucy.
    At first, she protested, but Xander gave her a pep talk. Lucy کہا she would consider entering. I think she was worried about criticism.
    After the...
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posted by xXxEmoRAwRxXx
Yeah I know it sucks I was bored when I wrote this....so yeah.           [Chapter 1]
She stares at the rain in silence. Grieve over took her. She sat there still looking at the body lying cold, pale, still, and dead on the floor. She just stared not sharing a tear and droped the knife, she then looks at the lighting that was flowing in the sky. She then spares a tear, she sits still اگلے to the body crying for her lover. What had she done? He didn't deserve the pain she gave him. She gets up and comes back with another knife, a bottle of scottch, and a...
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Chapter 9

Patrick
Jason walked into the room that he heard the sound from. There, was a human boy wearing glasses, and cupped to the wall. He looked slightly older than Jason.

“Who are you?” asked Jason.

“I’m Patrick,” the boy said, straining his throat.


“How did آپ get here?” Asked Jason.

Still struggling, Patrick said,” I was in a play, in my school, Santa Clara High, and I had a flame on my two legs, cause that was part of my character. Then I walked to the school across the سٹریٹ, گلی to pick up my younger brother. Before I could get my brother, I randomly walked into this room with...
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posted by Insight357
“I can’t get آپ out of my head either,” I said. Voices broke loose in my head, and I fought to push them all back.    
    “What are we going to do then?” he asked unaware of the chaos in my mind.
    “What do آپ mean?” I asked confused.
    “We both have feelings for each other. We can’t just ignore it,” Alexander said.
    “I know,” I wanted to ignore it no matter what he said. That would be rude though.
    “We should take time together to explore...
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posted by para-scence
A few weeks passed. Shiloh generously got me an apartment, despite my protests. It was a cozy place, much better than any motel could compare to. Shiloh insisted on paying for it; he got a summer job as a carpenter for the summer. Even though it was probably impossible, I still wanted to pay for the apartment, but how could I get a job when I had Chance to look after? Sicily could only babysit so much.

One day, I thought of something that probably had to get done sooner یا later. I asked Sicily to watch Chance. She agreed; she loves being with him. I got in my car (which Shiloh had driven home...
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posted by Insight357
    “Damien, that was years ago,” کہا Alexander as his cheeks turned a light pink.
    “I know, and I don’t understand why the memory is resurfacing now,” I کہا shaking my head slightly.
    “Do آپ think it’s because you’re with Grey مزید often?” Alexander asked. I’d rarely seen Grey while at the asylum. The only people I would talk to was Deborah, Dr. Anozi, Alexander, and a few college professors.
    “I don’t know, maybe, but it’s scaring me,” I said. “I spent all last night at...
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posted by nomblahnom
As I stare listlessly into the mirror, the fuzzy image that gazes back at me is someone I barely recognize. But I do. They say prison causes profound changes in a man, and the most extraordinary stem from the most incredible circumstances. That man in the mirror has undergone an unimaginable plethora of alterations because he is the absolute worst thing one can be in prison: an innocent man.

I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige....
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posted by Insight357
سے طرف کی the time, I reached Social Services noon had come. I walked inside the one-story, brick building. I looked around the large, blue-walled room the door had revealed. I didn’t see Lucy.
    A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
    “You must be, Damien,” کہا the woman. I nodded.
    “And آپ are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
    “I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
    “You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
    “Yes,...
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When they got there, the house still looked old, but not a Fall of the House of Usher Gothic, Amytiville Horror old. It looked like it was from the 20's but it looked restored. Lilian looked at Mimi and said,"Yeah, I paid some people last ماہ if they could restore the house. I showed them a picture of what the house looked like in color and they fixed it up good as new." Mimi looked at in amazement and said,"It looks untouched and new, yet it still has that old timey atmosphere to it." Lilian smiled and said,"Yeah. Very pretty. But it does however have cable and electricity. I thought since...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
Chapter 17




“Who killed them?!” Koda growled.
Iah was trying to keep Koda calm; from his few encounters with this one he knew anger was Koda’s worst enemy.
“I am not sure…” he replied softly.
“How can آپ not know!?” he screamed, charging after Iah. He dug his fingers into Iah’s chest as they turned to claws, slamming him to the ground, his dark red eyes bored into Iah’s sending dark chills through his mind. “You know everything else but آپ don’t know who killed them?”
Iah cringed in pain, trying to speak.
“I do not know but…I have a feeling who may have done…it”...
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posted by para-scence
His hair was a medium brown. He was so tiny too. Even now, I could see my features in him... and Ty's. I stood there motionless, looking at the little thing in the suitcase crying and throwing his arms and legs in every direction.. Lucy had کہا once آپ saw that little baby, you'd instantly fall in love with it. It must not work on all people. I felt nothing for this thing.

I picked it up, re-wrapping the sweater around him. His body was warm; I could nearly feel it through the sweater. I closed the car door and locked it, and went for a walk. The baby continued to cry in my arms, and that...
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posted by para-scence
A little while after the holidays, Alice left for California. It wasn't long before I felt the despair of loneliness. Alice was the only one I've really talked to for months. Once she was gone, for the first time in a long time it felt like I had really run away. Not like I had gone to a محفوظ haven, but like I really was in an unfamiliar town.

I went to work , and Alice had only been gone for two days. Work just wasn't fun that day. I found it harder to be nice to rude customers, and the دن seemed endless.

"Yeah, Alice kind of brings light to this place, huh?" Georgie, the cook asked. I nodded...
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posted by para-scence
It wasn't until about three weeks later that I had a feeling something was wrong. I kept having cramps, and I was late. I kept telling myself that it was nothing, and that it would come soon, and that's what all the cramps were from. Also I had been having a lot مزید mood swings; مزید than usual around this time of the month. I kept lashing out at Shiloh یا Sicily. Sicily didn't think much of it, but Shiloh would seem a little hurt.

"Seriously, Kodi. Are آپ ok?" He's ask. I ran my hand through my hair.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I grumbled. "Listen, I gotta go." I hopped into my car after school was...
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posted by Insight357
    I stepped outside the asylum doors onto the sidewalk. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman stood looking at me. She stood about 5’7”, and was my age. She walked over to me, and took my hands.
    “I’ve already talked to Dr. Laveney. Your اگلے appointment has been set-up, and آپ have three refills on your meds,” Grey said. She had always been on سب, سب سے اوپر of things, literally. “Come on,” she pulled on my hand, toward the lot.
    I’d gotten used to her yanking me, and jerking me in every direction. Now, I let her, there was...
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