I'm making a new story, 'Surviving'. And I wish for all of you to read it when I upload it. Promise me! ♥
" Once we started the chemotherapy, I lost all of my hair. Nobody spoke about how ridiculous I looked. Nobody dared mentioned how I lost all color in my body or how I cough up blood. I held this scowl on my face for days. The sleepiness I felt was terribly powerful. I spent most of the day asleep. It didn’t matter though, I could’ve slept my life away and still woke up weary. "
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Homeless Fighter (ON HOLD FOR EDITING PURPOSES)
MaceraFor four years it's only been Emery and Dylan. All that mattered to her was having him safe. They learned to sleep with one eye opened. Who said living on the streets was easy? Especially when you're only thirteen. That's when Emery learned how to f...
