Since the night of hell, i've suffered many restless nights. Hours of paranoia... checking the windows, checking the doors, checking in closets.
Nothing.
Was I over exaggerating? Was I doing the right thing? Even though Liam died that night, I had no real hope and actually being safe forever. What if he didn't really die? Could the bullet have missed him just slightly causing him to still be alive or even able to remember that he wanted to do harm to me or the people I cared so dearly for.
Although I could've been killed, it was the insomnia that killed me. My brain was almost eating at its self making me hurt mentally. I could only play the memory of everything that happened that night over and over and over. As I lie in bed trying to get just even the smallest bit of rest, but unfortunately failing.
I don't wanna go back to my old ways. The depression, the self-harm, the excessive amount of hate towards people.
That wasn't me...it was my depression. I'm not my depression and my depression isn't me.
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BAD girl GOOD boy (a Shawn Mendes fan fiction)
Fanfiction17 year old Chloe Sampson meets a boy she knew from school;Shawn Mendes. Shawn shows Chloe that she is worth it. And that she is more than a girl with dark make-up and ripped clothes. Shawn shows her that she is better than she think she is. So she...
