This is how it all started. How I became the negative, depressed person I am.
Before I met him, I was content with myself. I didn't find myself beautiful, but more so average...and I was okay with that. Before I met him, I wasn't concerned with how my clothes fit my body or the fat on my thighs. Before I met him, I didn't know that a blade against my skin could feel so amazing.
It was the start of 8th grade. I had been with most of these kids since 5th grade, so I felt no need to impress for anyone besides myself. Little did I know, my very first day of 8th grade I would sit by a boy that would change me forever.
*sorry I know it's extremely short but I felt the need for a little prologue 😁*
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Lost Soul
Short Story"He used me again and again and again. Tearing a part of me away each time, yet I always came back because I thought he made me whole. But when he left me crying on the bathroom floor, he walked away with everything I was...leaving me nothing but a...
