The freezing air smelt like smoke and the hospital. The room has grey bland walls caving in on me. It's hard to breath. My lungs gave out. The taste of salty tears in mouth. I was sure I was dead. I was always scared of Oblivion, is this it. I lay on the bed that looked like it had belonged to many people, Screeching when I moved. My ears were ringing, my eyes puffy. The door opened, my knees were held up by my hand bracing what was to come. It was a girl, not my so called father. She had blond hair, long and greasy. She had pale skin, dark circles under her eyes. She was about my age, she also seemed familiar. She was wearing long sleeves and pants, when she moved her arm to pull back a gold piece of her hair her arm shone, scars. I had them to. I remember her, she was in the house with me. Her name was grace. She was my only friend. She looked dead.
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We Were Never Meant to be
RomanceGrace never thought she would find love, she was broken and depressed. Nobody would like someone like her. Getting out of therapy was hard enough but when her dad uses her and leaves her, she is alone, lost. Will she ever get fixed, will she fall in...
