Prolouge

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           She sat alone scared and broken. The cold dark corner had become her home. Young Stella already wants her life to end before it even starts. The salty tears streaming down her face as she watched the small blade tear across her skin. Thin lines of red seeped out of the small cuts. No one should go through what she had to; the pain, the lies, the fight. Everyone thought she was so happy. She has fair skin, black hair and dark brown almost black eyes, but on the inside she was dying.

          The jackets and bracelets hiding the scars. Only one friend knows she cuts. If anyone else found out they would call her names, think it's for attention. Stella what a beautiful name for someone that hurts so bad. The scars are only on her left wrist, she does her best to hide them, but her best is not enough. She struggles every day to make sure no one knows.

     Every day it gets harder for her. She told one person who she really likes, his name is Nathaniel. Nathan for short. He has dark brown hair and bright blue eyes,he's roughly 5.9 so he towers over her 5.4 Frame. The only thing that kills her is that he doesn't like her in that way. Poor Stella so confused and scared.

           He promised to be there for her, but she hasn't heard from him in days. Nathan's exact words were" I'm here for you, and if I leave you're coming with me." This was supposed to be reassuring, but all it did was confuse her more. She is trying to stop cutting along with a string of other bad habits, but she can't. It's like a drug to her. It makes her feel stable. The only thing is she hates it. Nathan does it too. Most of the time because of something she did.

^^^pic of Stella above
Song is  Her Last Words by Courtney Parker

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