(Sry for not posting lately. I haven’t been doing great and yeah. Have a great day!)

*TW: sh (self harm) and suicidal thoughts are mentioned in this story. Please talk to someone if you need help. I’m also always here to talk if you want.*

“Only a call away” is so many farther than people think when they say it or hear it. What most people don’t understand is how hard it can be (mentally) to “jus...

The ash clung to my paws like frost, but it bit like regret. I was somewhere I’d never been. It smelled like a woodland that I had never stepped foot in, yet still I remembered it in scent, in nose, in memory that doesn't belong to me. Still, I remembered what I don't know.

And still I ran.

I ran from the silence that had teeth. I breathed in the ash until I was dizzy. It spoke to me in the sile...

Purple bruise,

I give you, I lose,

My rights to say,

I’m only a call away.

Crimson blood,

I left you in mud,

To watch me go like a fool—

How I acted so cruel.

A black eye,

I can’t justify,

Your tears and despair—

How I was unfair.

Your pain, a product of my,

Punch of my words, anger far awry,

You’ll never believe me again if I say,

“I’m only a call away,”

“Only a call away.”...

I’m only a call away

And I stand here with open arms

And listening ears

I will hold you

I will calm you

I will protect you

I will not judge you

Only the one who caused you harm

So come to me

I promise

I am only a call away...

Later that night, I'm lying in bed in the dark, my face illuminated by my bright phone screen. "Only a call away!" his latest message reads. Fuck no. I still haven't replied since Chris sent it this morning, but I don't think I will. I also don't think I'll actually call. It's all too complicated. We'd met through our brothers when we were kids – he’s my brother‘s best friend and his brother is mi...

I wave goodbye to the person I’ve always known. The girl I met the day I came into this world. The girl I planned to still be with till the end of this world. I waved goodbye to the memories, the laughs, the cries and most of all the comfort of the girl I’ve always known. “Only a call away” sounds nice but what if I need a hug or someone to cry on the sholder of. But what if this isn’t about a gir...

“My future is just one call away..” I mumble to myself, pacing around my room. My hand is clenched around my phone as I contemplate on making the call of my life.....

Poland, 1942

The snow fell in a hush over Warsaw, muting the world in a blanket of cold white silence. Buildings wore the scars of bombings, their hollowed faces like ghosts, staring out over a city that breathed in whispers. Curfews darkened the streets early, and even whispers of rebellion traveled only in secret.

Inside the narrow kitchen of a crumbling tenement, Zofia Nowak lit the last stub...

Rare are those who believe me when I say I met the devil.

Inexistent are those who believe he asked for my soul.

Yet both are true.

It was after my first casting. I wanted to be an actress—I still do. I was on my bedroom floor, knees pressing into the carpet, praying to God that I’d get the role.

But it wasn’t God who appeared.

A shadow stepped into the room, faceless, shifting, as if it weren’...

"Only a call away!"

I stare at the words written under the number of the suicide prevention hotline. I fix the screen until my eyes hurt. But the burning in my eyes is not only from the laptop flashlight. This is my sixth bottle of wine today.

I take one last sip and throw the bottle across the room, sending it crashing against the wall.I check the number again and chuckle to myself.

A call. As ...