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I just feel as if I let everybody down. I feel as if my friends are let down by me, my parents and my teachers are never happy with me either.
I've started thinking how much better their lives would be if I just disappeared and never came back, never contacted them again. I can't even walk past a bridge without imagining throwing myself off it at the moment.

I don't want to lose my friends, because I love them all too much to do something like that. If I left, I'd feel as if I'd let them down and broken a promise to them. I can't even tell my friends how I feel because I don't want them to see me cry. They've helped me through so much, that I don't want to put them through anything else. I don't want them to worry about me. At the same time, I also get left out a lot in my group of friends and start feeling invisible, would they even notice that I was gone?

My parents just seem to be waiting for me to mess up so that they can keep harping on about my mistake. I try to remind them that I am a teenager and it's what I'm supposed to do, that I'm still learning, but they don't seem to realise this. My stepdad often tells me the only job I'm ever going to get is in Burger King and that I'm going to fail college, which I am close to doing anyway unless I tell my teachers this.

I can't tell my teachers that I have problems with my family because they'll call my parents to check that I'm telling the truth. My parents will tell them that I am lying and the whole faculty will insist that I'm just making excuses like they did the last time I had an argument with my dad. They phoned my mother and father and asked them what was going on, they both said "nothing" and now I have a record as a liar.

What am I supposed to do to let people know how I'm feeling? It's not like I can come straight out and tell them, even though this thread may be the only way I find the courage tell one of them. Please help me.

Brooke Bradley ran out of the house, forgetting to shut and lock the door. To most people, doing such a thing was unthinkable, crazy; but to her it didn't matter. She could hear police sirens rushing up towards her street from approximately three miles away and she had also seen a helicopter canvassing the neighbourhood. She had seen the serial number on the tail, recognised it and ran.
The helicopter belonged to the PSIB, the Paranormal and Supernatrual Intelligance Bureau and it was tracking her. She was the only person around this area that they knew of and had captured before.

The agents and scientists of the PSIB, didn't like people even the slghtest bit like her. She knew that she was an ancient deity enclosed in her own body, giving her the cat-like reflexes, night vision and excellent hearing that she posessed. There were six others like her, but Brooke hadn't met any of them yet, or maybe she had and they had looked too human to notice.

Her shoulder-length pink hair trailed in the wind behind her as she ran deeper into the heart of the city, stopping in a dark, enclosed alleyway, she pulled herself up and over the wall that clearly marked it was a dead end. Nobody even knew about the other parts of the city that had suddenly sprung to life as soon as the PSIB had announced that they were after vampires, werewolves and all the other paranormal things that humans don't see in this world, except now they were.

After her capture, she had pleaded innocence, she told the man in charge that she was human. Lux had just smiled as if she'd cracked a joke and shook his head, in the end, she had lied about her name. According to her file at PSIB headquarters her name was Natalie Brooke. The scientists had given her a name for her race, the Unnamed. Now they seemed to know the secrets of her origins, as the broadcast had said earlier in the week. She had heard the news from a young PSIB agent, whilst wearing a blonde wig and her uniform a little loose. Some guys were so easy to manipulate.

The other side of the wall, unsuprisingly, held another alleyway, this one dirty and littered with blood bags, syringes and raw meat. It looked like a hobo paradise, the few dirty houses that littered the streets ahead were home to anybody non-human. Brooke smiled at the genius of it, this was all going on under Lux's nose. She could still hear the helicopter, and a few moments later it stopped. She heard heavy footsteps behind her, and ran faster than she had been, attempting to barrel into the doors of the old, abandoned community centre.
She stumbled.
A shadow loomed over her as she collapsed and passed out.
She saw the smiling teeth before she closed her eyes.


I'll add more when I can <3

I have to do a transcription of a recorded piece of speech and I was hoping to do an interview. So does anybody want to be interviewed by me or can you PLEASE submit questions for the interview.
The interview is going to be about whomever gets interviewed (I have this feeling it may be KS) as if they were famous for writing a movie or something. Just something everyday that they do and blowing it up so now they're famous.

For example if it were me being interviewed, a good question may be "Why is your comic character named Jake?"
To which the answer would be: "Because Jake is awesome."