PennyPurpleSky

20-year-old Greek freak

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

me: college is the absolute worst, i fuckin hate my life and all the bullshit i have to memorize Also me: wow, i can't wait for next semester to start i have so many interesting classes wow and i also want to start learning spanish and italian and i have to go to the gym bc summer is getting closer wow i'm so excited

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

You don’t belong here!

I snapped my eyes open, only to be greeted by a throbbing headache. I groaned, my ears ringing from the thunderous voice I heard seconds before I blacked out, and blinked several times, trying to clear my vision. My body felt as if I had been sleeping for days but in reality I could swear the last time I had actually fallen asleep was a long, long time ago. My mind was telling me that I was feeling sick but I could barely remember the last time I was under the weather. It was bizarre, feeling like something was wrong but knowing that nothing could get any worse than it already is.

Mechanically, I lifted my hands to rub my aching temples, not realizing in my confused state that my movements were slightly restrained. After a few more seconds I could finally focus and get a glimpse of my surroundings.

My arms froze mid-air.

The place I was standing was most likely a main street but it reminded me nothing of the streets I had been used to. Huge and bright-colored buildings were proudly standing at both sides of the road, flashy signs were everywhere around me and a countless amount of modern cars were passing by in a mind-blowing speed. Loud music was coming out of a few shops behind me, dozens of people were walking around me fast, holding various weird devices against their ears and talking to no one in particular and no one seemed to mind me.

I started getting dizzy.

A girl appeared from the corner of the street and as she started walking straight towards my direction; I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was wearing a top that barely covered her upper half and a bright colored skirt that was so short it almost made me blush. I gulped; I knew the fashion had changed a lot since I was around but it was one thing knowing and another actually seeing it with your eyes.

The girl continued walking with no care in the world, loudly chewing her gum and making huge pink bubbles with it. She appeared obnoxious to me, with her flashy clothes, her weird and puffy hair and what seemed to be a pair of headphones over her head but as I took another look around me I noticed she wasn’t the only one looking like this.

What does that even mean?

I spun around, struggling to understand what was happening. The place I had been ‘living’ for the past few years was nothing like this; we had no cars, no traffic lights, no neon signs, no buildings and most importantly, no people. At least not in the way these people appear to be.

My hands started shaking and I looked down, only to get another shock. I was wearing clothes. No, not just clothes. I was wearing a black suit and a pair of dress shoes that seemed to be new and never worn. I had never seen these ever before in my life and I could swear I didn’t own such an expensive article of clothing. I had no idea why I was dressed in this or who dressed me.

Slowly, I started feeling the urge to scream. It wasn’t appropriate for a man in my age but I was suddenly struggling to keep myself from drowning in my emotions. My fear was slowly overpowering me.

I looked around again, desperate for any sign that would inform me where I was. The only thing I knew was that everything around me was in English, meaning I was probably somewhere in the UK or America or maybe Australia or New Zealand.

Australia..

At that thought I felt a pinch at the left side of my chest. It had been so long since the last time I was home I could almost feel my heart fluttering at the thought of going back to my roots.

Almost..

Feeling a bit of an idiot, I slowly raised my right hand again and placed it over my chest; nothing. Not the slightest movement.

That’s right, that heart had stopped a long time ago. That was the only thing that seemed to stay the same.

But what am I doing here then?

And where am I?

Taking a deep breath, I mustered all of my courage and took a few large steps towards a suited man that was waiting to cross the road. “Excuse me, sir?” I tried, my voice sounding foreign even to myself.

The man didn’t respond and I cleared my throat before trying again, thinking that he maybe was lost in his thoughts. “Sir? May I ask you a question please?”

The light turned red that exact moment and the never-ending line of cars stopped in front of us; the man was out of my reach in a blink of an eye.

I stood there, my jaw hanging at the rudeness I just witnessed. How could he ignore my like this!

Huffing, I started walking down the street, lost in my thoughts. I had to find out where I was and why. I knew I hadn’t been assigned here; Gabriel, who had been helping me from day one, had told me that I was going to go through training before they decided my new position.

Maybe this is a test?

My feet took me to an old lady that was sitting on a bench, reading at her newspaper quietly. I sat down next to her, forcing myself to smile. “Excuse me, ma'am?”

The lady ignored me just like the man had done a few minutes ago. I made a frustrated sound and decided to do something I would have never done in any other case; I tried to grab her arm and shake her so she would notice me.

Key word: tried.

Much to my horror my hand went through the lady’s body and I felt a jolt of electricity and a nauseating feeling took me over.

My breath hitched. I can’t touch her.

I could feel the panic attack coming. Black dots appeared in my vision and my ears started buzzing so loud that it covered the sound of the traffic around me. My head was spinning, I was out of breath and my insides were burning, almost begging me to throw up.

What was that?

I tried to close my eyes and take a few small breaths; it wasn’t until then that it hit me. I couldn’t breathe; my lungs weren’t working. The whole inhale-exhale motions were just a matter of habit and every time I thought I couldn’t breathe it was just my mind making that thought and convincing itself it was true.

I wasn’t breathing.

My heart wasn’t beating.

I couldn’t be heard or seen.

I wasn’t there.

I was dead. For years. Decades maybe.

My place wasn’t here.

I had been accepted in Heaven. I had spent my days there. I had been there long enough for my mother to join me.

My place was there. Not on Earth.

I had no reason to be on Earth. I could barely remember how it felt to be a human.

What happened to me?

I hadn’t realized I was walking until my eyes caught a reflection on a window and I found myself frozen again.

There was a boy. A young one, a teenage boy looking back at me. He had dark, maybe black eyes and tanned skin. He was quite tall and too skinny; I cringed at how unhealthy he looked. And that mop of hair at the top of his head..

“Your hair reminds me of cotton candy. It’s so fluffy I love running my fingers through it.”

That voice.. The memory flashed in my mind like a strike. It felt so real it was hard not do believe it. That’s how I used to look?

I brought a hand to my face and the boy in the reflection mimicked me. Am I him? How can I see myself if I’m not alive?

Who am I?

“You’re the beauty in my life.”

And suddenly.. it all came to me. Memory after memory, it hit me like a brick wall, making me fall on my knees and gasp. I remembered him. I remembered meeting him. Hanging out with him. Having endless conversations with him for days and days.

I remembered falling in love with him. Getting butterflies in my stomach whenever I’d meet his eyes. I remembered how he had asked if he could kiss me because it pained him being so close to me and not able to touch me.

And I remembered dating him and being the happiest boy on Earth.

All in once, my memories returned to me. The best days of my life, the reason my days had color. And then the end; how I was killed, what happened after, why I was here.

Oh my God. That’s why I’m here. For him.

I have to save him.

I need to find a way to get him. I have to find where I am and where’s he. I have to. There must be others, others like me. I don’t know what I am but I can’t be the only one.

I can’t. Because I need to get to him. To save him from himself.

It doesn’t matter if I’m invisible to everyone.

He’ll know it when I’m close. I know he will. He always did, somehow.

I just have to find him before it’s too late..

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•Copyright © 2016-2017 PennyPurpleSky

P.S. this is just a blurb I have more on my wattpad account, same name as here

P.P.S. I just want to know your opinion on my writing skills..thnks xx

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

Sometimes at night I ask my boyfriend to tell me a story and he turns classic bed-time stories into (gay) fanfics. Like, the other day he told me the cinderella story where harry (styles) is the prince, michael is the cinderella, crystal is his step-mother, caluma and calumina are his sisters (he doen't like calum), luke is the prince's best friend and ashton is the fairy god mother. P.s. we spent ten minutes fighting if their ship name is mirry, marry or hichael. (i voted for marry)

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

2017 resolution

find more great bands and fall in love with 134557645 more songs

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

can you do an imagine that y/n is dating one of the boys and she have a 4b hair and she is insecure about it but the boy supports her, thanks

I'm sorry can you explain what 4b hair is bc i have no idea?

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

But I need a song sang entirely by Harry Styles and lowkey you need it too DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

I feel like if i were to meet the boys i'd act all nice and sweet with luke, calum and ashton, like take pictures/hug them and whatever and when i got to michael i'd probably give him my best death glare and maybe shove my middle finger in his face. P.s. i'm a michael girl

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

lowkey shipping malum, muke, lashton and cake at the same time

[bobbycaputo]

Rare Snowfall On The Acropolis In Athens, Greece

[curierul]

Focus on your goals.

(via curierul)

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

Harry Styles ft. Polka dots

[onlineprincess-deactivated20170]

im honestly so clingy n so detached at the same time 

[alex-hogh]

[anarchyaustralia-deactivated201]

AMERICAN IDIOT // LIVE AT THE FORUM ©

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

This is important

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

5sos imagine

But imagine coming home on a friday night after an exhausting day. Like, college is stressing the life out of you, your professors are too fucking demanding and you have a million papers to do for next week and your exams are getting closer and everyone seems to have everything under control except you. And then there’s your work, the one you got so you can afford a tiny apartment outside campus. The restaurant you work is always busy as fuck and the customers are snobby rich people you hate and you have to stay late most of the days but you don’t quit because the tips are very good and you need all the money you can get. 

So yeah, you’ve just ended your shift and after doing a trip to the grocery store you’re finally going home. And when you open the door, struggling not to drop the bags you’re holding, you see Luke. He’s in his sweats on your couch, his hair in a ridiculous bun -you always tease him for his man bun-, blasting Green Day from his laptop and signing to it while he’s trying to beat your high score in Super Mario. His tongue is slightly sticking out and he’s frowning in concentration. Your hears starts accelerating because yeah, it’s friday night and you’d forgotten that your boyfriend always comes over to spend the weekend with you.

“Hey baby, I brought pizza.” he says without pausing his game and motions towards the table. Two pizza boxes and two beer bottles are waiting for you.

And just like that you’re feeling fine. Your stress is forgotten, you’re no longer tired. Because Luke is here with you.

[puppydogcth]

ashton and halsey.

re-blog if you agree.

[michaelistheanswer-blog]

me: I just really-

me: REALLY

me: *slams fist on table*

me: lovE MICHAEL

[prettylittlesecrets-x]

Okay this is @ me