This story is about a 16 year old girl, Adrian Hellington as she find her way through life. She endures the effects of her childhood and the trauma it caused, along with the PTSD she faces. This story portrays the life of an unusual encounter of hop...
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I fell asleep pretty soundly last night.
I woke up at 3 pm after falling asleep at 4 in the morning. I spent the whole night stalking and day dreaming about him.
This is so weird, I need to stop.
1 New DM
I roll over and go on my phone seeing a new dm and go to check when suddenly my heart starts to beat faster.
What is this random dude doing to me.
Silas: Dress nice.
Me: I planned on wearing a snow suit with a tutu and cowboy boots.
Silas: I'd love to see you in that.
Me: And all of a sudden I change my mind :)
Silas: Well that sucks I'm sure you could've pulled it off though.
Me: What kind of nice are we talking?
Silas: Black dress, it'll go with what I'm wearing.
Me: I don't have a black dress..
Silas: Okay just wear something you can easily change out of. See you later.
I can feel that tingling sensation all over my body. It suddenly stops when I realize I haven't even asked my grandparents yet.
My palms start sweating which is very common due to the fact I have severe hyperhidrosis.
Hyperhidrosis is a condition that causes me sweat more profusely and more extreme than others.
This condition is one reason why I stay away from relationships for the fear of being judged. Also why reading is a hate and love game for me, I love reading the words but hate when I sweat and cause the pages to look like there's water spilled.
More people should be aware of this condition. I hate hiding it.
I snap out of my self hatred and rush upstairs, but not too excitingly to cause suspicion.
"Can I go out with Carly, we're gonna go to get dinner and to target maybe" I ask my grandma lying through my teeth scared out of my mind.
"Yes but can you do the dishes before you leave?" She asks not taking a single glance up at me.
"Yeah" I say as I turn walking towards the kitchen.
I do the dishes and rush back down stairs as I see the time.
5:24 Shit. Shit. Shit.
I put on a tank top and some spandex then sit down and slowly do my makeup knowing there's not many steps and needs to look good.
I never do this shit for men what am I doing.
I finish my makeup at 5:50 and brush my hair that's slightly frizzy due to the humidity.
