The Tree House Next Door- Writing and Editing

Intro

I am currently reworking the beginning chapters of the story, as I wasn't content with how it was reading. I would recommend reading the new chapters even if you've read the original versions as it changes how I introduce key characters etc :). 

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Time. It's all around us, it's constantly there, lurking around every corner, chasing you down every step. So close to us that we're wrapped around it, our whole existence is reliant upon it. Yet despite being so close, you can't touch it. It sits there mocking you, watching as you grasp at it to return, always hoping, never succeeding.

Waiting. Constantly looking at a clock, only to find that mere seconds have trickled past, and that time has been manipulated to tick a little slower, and tock a little later.

Waiting. For something, anything.

Broken.

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How did I end here, in this dismal situation you may ask. It sure is a curious sight; a young girl with makeup streaked down her face in a hospital, yet she's not hurt. There's no sign of any damage to her as you may expect. No, the damage is all internal, and it's slowly killing her.

I 'll tell you the story of how I ended up here, with scars invisible to the untrained eye, but only on the condition that you will not judge me until I have finished my tale. I've made decisions that led me here, difficult ones over the previous months, and some still linger on, in a desperate attempt to suffocate me. Not all the decisions I've made have made me proud , and regret still resides within me.

Decisions are difficult to make. They force you to reevaluate what's important to you in life and whether you value some things-maybe even people- more than others. I suppose that's why I'm here; sat on the cold speckled floor of the hospital, the harsh, fluorescent lights beaming down on me and illuminating the crimson stains all over my body.

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