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THIS IS A VERY SERIOUS STORY...SOMEWHAT. SOME OF THESE CHAPTERS WILL BE VERY...WELL...SAD, I GUESS...IF I CAN DEAL WITH IT BECAUSE EVERY THOUGHT AND FEELING I PUT FOR ANDIE IS VERY PERSONAL TO ME. YEAH, SOOO...I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS PROLOGUE :) BYE BYE. TALK LATER.
Prologue - Little Me
I was a happy baby, always smiling and laughing and playing around.
As I got older, I grew more insecure, but I still loved myself.
Then, I turned eight and was even more insecure about myself.
But I never encountered my self-hatred.
Then, when I was eleven, some kids started bullying me (worse than I was already being bullied). There was a huge group of people. My "best friend" was part of the group. It made me feel even crappier.
So I started to cut myself. It felt so good... the rush. The blood excited me and I loved seeing it run down my arms, wrists, legs and thighs - I loved seeing it everywhere on me.It was beautiful to my eyes... to my soul. It was great.
Then when I was fourteen, I would binge and purge. My throat was sore all the time. It hurt so badly.
My self-hatred grew worse when I turned sixteen. I had already attempted suicide twelve times in six different ways. But I had found a way to get what I wanted. I had found a loop hole to getting skinny. Not eating, at all. I only ate when I was forced. My mom and dad thought of it as a sin not to eat, but I always purged what I ate after.
It got worse over the years. But when I was eighteen, I met Oliver Elliot. I had never noticed him at school, and vice versa. I don't know why, but he found an interest in me.
And I hated him for it.
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If I could go back in time and change everything, I'd tell myself to stand tall.
EDITED BY @MissingtheOldMe
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Teen FictionAndie Mertes hates herself. She's pretty depressed. Andie started cutting at the age of eleven, she was diagnosed with bulimia nervosa at the age of fourteen. By the time she was sixteen she just hated life, had already attempted suicide twelve ti...
