So, imagine being in pain, real pain. The pain that grabs you by the ear and whispers, "you can't escape me, I'll always be here, battling you and your heart, watching. I'm right here." The kind of pain that never goes away, and never let's you go.
This is the kind of pain that looks through every inch of happiness it can find, and devours it all. All of the sun, all of love, and all of the hope. To feel this pain, one must be someone like me, a struggler, a cutter, and a lover.
So here it goes, the moment you've all been waiting for. My name is Briana, and here is my story
A/N: HOPE YOU ALL LIKE WHAT'S GOING ON SO FAR, THIS FIRST PART IS SO SHORT BECAUSE I JUST WANTED TO INTRODUCE THE STORY A BIT MORE
YOU ARE READING
Scars that won't heal
Teen FictionThis is a true story, its my story, so I hope you like it!
