Her whole life, Scarley West has been called weak for her disabilities, so much so that Scarley built an impossible dream to become a skilled fighter, hoping it would kill her insecurities and boost her confidence. However, things don't turn out the...
Thank you for choosing to read my story. I hope everyone enjoys it. Writing has been my place of comfort during the hardest years of my life. It has gotten me through a lot, and I hope reading this can also help you take your mind off whatever troubles you are facing right now in the same way. I am so excited for people to read this, but before we get started, let me just note some things:
1. Please do not copy my work. Everything I write is close to my heart. I put hours, days, weeks, and even months into writing every single story. I put a lot of personal emotions and experiences into my work, and it has taken a lot of courage to finally put this out, so please do not copy my content. Thank you.
2. This story includes content that might be triggering to some people in the audience. For that, I apologize. This story contains blood, violence, mild foul language, tragic deaths, very insensitive bullying, self-hatred, mild alcohol use, mild sexual language (only used a few times), country division (no racism), criminals, and war.
3. The way the main character, Scarley, is treated because of her disability, might be triggering to other disabled people. Please note that most of the hateful words are based on things I've been told myself, as a disabled person. Scarley's disabilities are the same as my own, and so is her general attitude. However, her background and adventures are made up. I didn't live this story, but the physical pain she faces, emotional battles, and even the bullying I have faced. This story was inspired by the effect being disabled has had on me (I'm only 17, started writing this story when I was 12 and finished when I was 14.)
4. Character descriptions won't be given here because I don't want to spoil the story. But if I ever released book 2, I would probably give the pictures and descriptions of the main characters at the start.
5. The cover of this book is an AI-generated picture of Scarley. All images in this book will be AI generated, based on the descriptions I give the generator.
6. The world these characters live in is like a fictional version of our world. The countries and races are the same, but the history is completely different. None of the people that exist in our world exist in The Internal Battle Universe, or any of our world's events.
7. If you have any questions, feel free to comment on this story, or you can follow me on Instagram @internalbattleseries, and private message me :)
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Intro:
The people who say life is fair, are liars.
I often wonder why some get the advantages and privileges of life, and others don't. Some of us are born beautiful, while others go through life feeling ugly. Some are loved and accepted in their swell life, while others spend their days wondering where they went wrong. Some get to choose love freely, and others are forced into unhappy relationships to gain something for the family. Some are popular and admired, whilst others are whispered about on the streets. Most are gifted with normal, healthy bodies, and some fall into the unfortunate category of disability.
There are beggars and choosers. The lucky and the unfortunate. The gifted and the deprived. The loved and the hated. The weak and the strong. The loners and the surrounded. The important, and the liabilities. The winners in life, and the dreamers...
At least, that's what I thought...
As someone who was born three months premature, you can guess what category I was forced into. The unfortunate. The weak. The liability. The insecure. The unaccepted. The deprived. The freak, even! The never-gonna-be-anything-but-a-dreamer.
The runt.
For so long I believed that those things were all I was ever going to be. I let the obvious define my entire world. I let others tell me what I was capable of.
As much as the physical pain I go through affects me, sometimes emotional pain is more powerful. People can falsely define you, and break you down, but at the end of the day, you're the one in control of how you take it.
After 17 years, I finally learned to take all those insults - and receive them as compliments.
From being shakingly insecure, I became unwaveringly confident.
From feeling weak as a runt, I now feel strong as a warrior.
From hating my body, I'm learning to accept it and even admire it.
If you wanna know how I got from the bottom to the top of my self-view, this is my story...
