*flashback one year*
I was 14 years old, back when I thought everything was simple. I used to eat without feeling fat and insecure. I swear my lips burn to even fake a smile, let alone make a real one. Back then, my pencil sharpeners actually had blades, now they just sit in my closet, with no plastic around the metal monster that tear my skin apart. I used to be so care-free, now my medicine cabinet is overfilling with depression and anxiety pills. This was all after my sister let her demons take over. I was only 14 years old at the time, still scrawny and skinny, I couldn't help her as she hung from the tree in the orchard. The orchard with bright pink flowers my mother planted, I don't visit there anymore, the flowers are dead anyways. Its like they died with her. She climbed too high and was far to gone before I got to her to try and help. That entire night was a blur. Everything went downhill from there. After she stopped panting and trying to scream, I noticed something hiding in the trees. It was black and a small little dark twisted shape, however, it was so invading. It came down and hovered above me, weirdly, it comforted me, I guess that's why I listen to it now. Depression is so weird, It has its ways of getting inside, but I guess humans are weird too, since they let it in. It tells me too much and I've grown to believe it. "you're fat and ugly. you will never have friends. I took your smile and I will keep it for as long as I want. But don't forget that I'm your friend and you have to trust me" WAKE UP.
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Death is so simple anyways.
ParanormalTrenity has made a huge mistake, just like every teen does. But who's the bigger problem- the police or herself. With her parents divorced, Trenity is 15 years old, and already prepared to die. just who will she turn to for help?
