last_breath

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N O B O U N D A R I E S
C H A P T E R 1
P A R T 1

 

I always loved the first day of school for some strange reason, and even the fact that school started on a Monday was going to ruin it. The only thing that was making this day somewhat dreadful was the familiar boy who trying to open up his locker a little ways down from me. I would normally try to help out anyone who was having a little trouble, even though I am not the most social person in the school, but I couldn’t bring myself to face my long-time best friend who moved to New York in fifth grade. And he looks a lot different than I remembered him … in an unapproachable-with-heavenly-good-looks way. I suddenly missed when he was pudgy, short and stubby.
 
I quietly move past him in the fairly crowded hallway, hoping he would not notice me as I slip by. “Hammond!” I hear someone call out from behind me and instantly recognized the voice of my good friend, Rein Beckett. My stomach drops as I look back and see August, my old friend, staring at me with a smirk on his face. I try to ignore him as he opens up his locker and leans against it, still watching me. Rein runs up and gives me a hug and we both made our way to our homeroom class. “I can’t believe school has already started back!” she says as we take our seats in the room. “And … we’re juniors!” she yells a little too loud. “It’s crazy…,” I mumble, taking a sip of my favorite morning coffee.
 
“Have a nice summer?” asks Emmy, another one of my friends, as she takes the other open seat beside me. “A busy one … with sports camps, kids’ camps, church camps, mission trips, and beach trips,” I say, thinking about all my summer adventures. Sure, I would have enjoyed a less hectic summer, but I have no idea what I would have done with my self if it wasn’t so eventful. Yet, with all the vacations, camps, and trips, probably the most exciting thing that happened to me was learning of August’s return. It was definitely a major shock.
 
I was pulled out of my own thoughts when someone exclaims, “I heard we had a new kid!” My friend Marlee looks at us with bright eyes and a big smile as she tells us the news. All the other girls in the room had now turned towards our conversation. “Oh! I saw him in the hallway, I think…,” Jules exclaims, jumping into the small talk. “He was like a godcompletely gorgeous.” I watch as smiles spread across everyone’s faces. It was rare that we had new guys come, especially good-looking ones. “Did you catch his name?” Posy asks, making sure that she looks all right in the reflection on her phone. “Eh … no.” Jules says, “But it’s not like I would care… I have a boyfriend,” She says with a smile as she slips out of the conversation and into her own thoughts.
 
I wonder silently if I should mention that I know the “new” kid … and so do most of them. The sad thing is though, last time he was here, he was not very well liked. Truthfully, I was the only one who was nice to August, which is why we were such close friends back then. I seal my lips and watch the clock, waiting for first period.
 
For the rest of the extended home room, I tried to block out the chatter about the new kid and watched as the clock slowly pass and occasionally tune in to Rein’s one sided conversation with me. When the bell rang, though, I found myself quick to my feet ready to head to first period, English 4 Honors. The class was large, so when I saw August make his way in, I was thankful for the class size. He took a seat by himself if the corner, which was thankfully the farthest away he could get from me, but I could still feel his eyes on the back on my neck. I was positive he knew that I had recognized him and that I was ignoring him.
 
Our teacher walked up to the front of the classroom and began to hand out our syllabuses for the year. This was another reason why I loved first days. You basically did nothing in all of the classes besides listen to the rules and regulations of each class and then afterwards you were able to chat. After our English teacher had told us all that was expected of us this year, my friend Emmy and I began chatting about random stuff, but all she mainly wanted to talk about was August who was chilling by himself in the back corner. 


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chapter 1
part 2


The moving truck was huge and yellow. Until that moment I would have told you that yellow was a happy color... but right now it was not.
My dad and grandpa loaded boxes in the car as I sat on our porch steps sipping on a glass of iced lemonade.
I bet I looked picture perfect. Short faded jeans, a bright pink tank, my yellow Raybans, bright blue vans, and my hair in loose braids. A perfect example of a happy teenage summer, but the only thing was that, that wasn't me at all.
My best friend walked up to me from her house which was just across the street.
I stood up as she approached. She handed me a small light blue box.
"It's just a little something." she said shrugging her shoulders and digging her hands deeper into her white skinny jeans.
"Im going to miss you so much." I said taking her in for a hug.
My mom called for me to get in the truck so I let go and we walked to the truck.
"Promise me you'll text me everyday?" she said concerned, almost as if she thought that I would forget about her.
"I will I promise." I said as giddily as I could at a time like this. I climbed to the seats of the truck and looked down at her.
she smiled with care. I knew that she was going to miss me as much as I was going to miss her.
"Hey... will you do me a favor?" I said sitting down on the edge of the seat of the truck.
"Anything."
"Tell him I loved him. Tell him I always have... no matter what I said... I always did."
I sighed. Ive always wanted to tell him that, but  i never had the courage too.
so this is how it ends... and begins.
"I will." she said with a nod.
I closed the truck door and pressed my hands against the window in the shape of a heart. 

and she did the same as I drove away.

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7 reasons why...

chapter 1
part 1

I looked around at the boxes, stacked up around my room after getting home from school. I was hugging my knee's on the scratchy carpet of my almost bare room... shocked and somewhat confused. I pulled out my phone and checked the date, no it wasn't April 1st. So this wasn't an April's Fools joke. I stood up and walked into my parents room where they were whispering.
"so whats up with the boxes?" i asked, baffled.
it was rare for my parents to keep secrets.
My mom gave me a concerned look and put her hands on my shoulders.
"Hun, were moving away." she said with a caring smile as if everything was going to be all right, but I knew it wasn't.
"moving? ha ha your funny. nice joke..." i said as if i were right. but i knew i wasn't.
my parents were not ones to joke about things like this.
i walked out of room in fear of the response. I heard my mom come after me and then my dad's gentle word's, "Stacey, let her go." 
I ran to my room and cried until I could no more.
how could i leave the life I had here in tenessee? leave my friends, leave my home, and all the memories I had made.
I had to start over... flip the page and move on. 
a fresh start...
it sounded scary, exciting, and such a terrible idea... all at the same time.



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7 reasons why...
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Moving is never fun, especially when the only people you know where your headed are your parents, your high school has 4,000 students (that is like the size of a small city), and you can't seem to make any friends. But that's until you meet Sam and that is when your world flips upside down. 
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CH9
present
marianna's pov


"So what did you do?" I asked curiously. Forrest had an air of mystery about him that made me want to listen to him for hours. Which I had been doing all night. 
"Well, I found my dad's wallet and took enough money to buy 2 tickets to the Carnival that was in town. My brother and I stayed at the Carnival all day, even until the park closed for teens. Thats when Ms. Heather found us."
"Who is Ms. Heather?"
"She's kinda like my second mom, since my real one is... dead."
"Oh. Well continue on."
"Ms. Heather politely asked where our parents were and I told her my mom was dead and my dad... well I couldn't take my brother back to that situation. She felt bad and decided to see if, somehow, she could find a way to help us out. She called my dad and he said that he would love for her take us of his hands."
"So you stayed at the Carnival?"
"For 14 years?"
"Yea, pretty much. Been here my whole life. These people are my family."
"So your like a run away?"
"Well, kinda. My dad did say he didnt want us."
"Dont you ever miss him?"
"Sometimes, but its very rare. I like to push that thought out of my mind. He almost killed me, so I dont see how I can love a person that did that."
"wow. Wait, your brother... where is he now?'
"He died at age 10. I was 12... but he did have his mental illness, and he had been almost beaten to death many times. Heather got me through it."
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Jamie... surprisingly conscience. she blinked her eyes at me a few times before talking, "Who's your friend?" she asked in an almost whisper.
"Oh, this is Forrest, Forest, Jamie." i turned around and looked at where forrest was standing to find... no Forest.
"Thanks for introducing me to your imaginary friend, now whose that beside you."
i looked over to the right to find a random teen guy sitting beside me i hadn't noticed before. 
"erm... i dont know. Uh, Hi... jamie, guy i dont know, guy i dont know, Jamie." 
as he introduced himself as Micheal, i looked up and down the bar for Forest who was not present. Then around the room. Where had he gone?
i looked down at the coaster that was not stained with water droplets. I moved my cup and flipped around... to find a note:
"Now i want to hear your story... meet me here again tomorrow night. see you at 11. -Forest"


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lies.

CH8
14 years earlier
melissa's pov


I woke up with a plan in mind. I had to leave that morning. Tell Walter you were running errands, pull some money to get by with out of the ATM, get a new job, change name and looks, and find a small apartment to live in. It would work, right?
I got up and got dressed. Walter was still asleep by the time I got done, so I poked him on the shoulder. 
"ugggghhhhh." he said as he rolled over on his back, "yes hun?"
"Im going to run some errands, okay?" 
"Ya, sure. Fine with me." he rolled over on his side away from me and returned to his loud snore.
I slowly made my way down the steps careful not to wake the children, but also taking in the last time I would probably make my way down the steps. Tears welled up in my eyes as I walked to the children's rooms and kissed there foreheads. As I kissed Marianna's head her eyes fluttered open and she yawned.
"shhh." i told her, "go back to sleep now."
As i walked out of the house and made my way to the car I wiped my eyes. 
I was going to miss their wedding, their graduation, their teen years, but at least they could keep a good family name. 
It was right what I was doing. It was unselfish, and I could sleep at night knowing what I did was for the better of my family.
I took one last look at the house and sighed. At least I had left a note telling walter to get some better landscaping and to paint the house white. That would make the house look a lot better.


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CH7
present
marianna's pov


I took a big sip of my diet coke and looked up at Forest who was now practically sitting on the back counter, just watching me, waiting to get me a refil.
i decided to make the moment less awkward.
"so, Forrest, what brings you to travel with the Carnival?" i asked curiously.
"its a long story, so if i told you, you would be here all night."
"you know that is just an exageration." i said in between sips.
"so?" he said as he lifted his shoulders to a shrug.
"well, you are the only person here that i could carry on a meaningful conversation with." i told him as i looked around at all the teens passed out around the barn.
"thats true." 
i took a final sip of my diet coke and he got me another refill.
"so, i come from a rich family." he started i knodded, and mouthed i do too!
he smiled and continued on, "on late afternoon when i was about 5, my mom was driving my brother and i back from the park."
"oooo i loved the park when i was little!" he stopped me there and returned to his story,
"on our way back we were in a hit and run. the car rammed into us on our side of the lane and then sped away."
"omigosh! i remember that, my mom-" i held my tounge when he silenced me.
"my mom died instantly in the crash. my brother and i were in critical condition."
"oh... im so sorry to hear that."
"its fine. anyways. when my mom died, my dad didnt know what to do, so he became very abusive. my brother and i were still recovering from the wreck. i, miraculously, recovered completely, while my brother had permanent brain damage. when we returned home, we were beaten daily. i didnt know what to do until i was 8."
"you were beaten for 3 years? and your brother and his mental ilness?"
"i know. i had to do something."



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