Clove Simpson is good at a lot of things. She is a good nurse, a good friend, and good at hiding behind a mask. She shows a mask of confidence, a spunky girl who is carefree but that could not be farther from the truth. Truly, Clove is broken. Broke...
Hey guys!! I wanted to thank you all for starting this book! I wanted to do a really quick disclaimer as this book has mature themes such as SA and suicide. I will put trigger warnings before the chapters where it goes in-depth into these themes, but be aware they are sprinkled throughout this book.
This book is currently unedited, so please point out any mistakes. After I complete a rough draft I am going to go back and revise and edit it fully.
Also, I decided to make a playlist for this book! It is available on Spotify under "Facing My Demons Playlist" and the songs will be posted at the end of the book. I believe these songs fit the vibe of the book and I am personally a sucker for a playlist with any book so I hope you enjoy it.
I usually don't like to put models in for my characters, but I had a few people ask how I imagined them, so Clove and Wolf are pictured below.
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Clove's POV
"Stop," I mumble as I feel a weight hovering above me. How did I get here? What is happening to me? Why can't I move my legs?
Questions race through my head as I feel my shirt being pulled up. "No" I finally spit as I try to move my body, but it feels as though I am made of lead.
"I told you; I always get what I want."
I sit straight up in bed as sweat pours from my body and a few tears escape. My entire body is shaking as I turn to see my dog Luna lying beside me with her head on my leg.
"It's okay girl, it was just a nightmare." I say to her as I try to compose myself.
Only it wasn't just a nightmare. It is a nightmare I have been living for 5 years, 10 months, and 16 days. I know that is super specific, but dates have always been my thing. I remember the date my father died, I remember the date I meant Faith my best friend, I remember the date I graduated nursing school, and I remember the date that half of me died.
