Davian

prologue

WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL MENTION THE FOLLOWING...
•ALCOHOLISM
•DRUG ABUSE
•VERBAL & PHYSICAL ABUSE
•SUICIDE
IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THE FOLLOWING IT IS ADVISED THAT YOU DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.

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"Can't you see it yet? I can't be help! I can't be saved."

"You can be saved, you just don't want to be."

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Davian.

Davian wasn't a bad person, he just had been living a toxic life for too long.

Davian was depressed. Really depressed, so depressed to the point where the undying feeling of complete and utter sadden was so unbearable that the only way to get rid of it, was through sucking done cheap bottles of booze all the time. Day and night, Davian wasted away his life, trying his best to forget the things that caused his pain and suffering, losing himself more and more each bottle of cheap booze he chugged. No matter what anyone did to try and help him, there was not use. All Davian wanted to do was drown in the toxic life he was living.

How are you supposed to save someone from drowning if they don't want to be saved in the first place?

Not knowing what to do, Davian's older sister Donna decided it would best if Davian joined a support group.

Davian immediately hated it.

He hated sitting there every Saturday morning wasting two hours of his life in a beaten-up old community centre. He hated having to listen to others talk about their problems, and how much progress they have made from their time being there.

He hated it.

He hated it all.

And his reasoning for is immense hatred was because while everyone sat there and said the things wanted to change for, like their children, families, parents, companions or even for their own god-forsaken selves, Davian didn't want to change for anyone. Not for Donna, not for himself, not for anybody, because all he wanted to do was get more and more lost in all the things that people were try their hardest to be found from.

Davian was so close too. So close to finally hitting rock bottom. So close to finally being left to rot with his bottle of booze and his own self pity.

But when a girl dressed in white in a place full of dark comes waltzing in, smile and all into the run down community centre on, it seems as though suddenly a bottle of booze doesn't taste as good as it used to...

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Hello readers.

So, this is my very first book I have ever written on the account and I'm so excited to continue writing and such.

I've wanted to publish a book on this account for a while now so I guess we will see where it goes from here.

Please comment your opinions, suggestions, or questions and also don't forget to vote if you liked it and I will see you soon.

~ Kayla