Prologue

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I wasn't going to lie anymore, I wanted to sit down on the floor of my bathroom and cry. Let everything out, and maybe take a long walk around the block. But something restrained me.

The loss of someone I hated with a passion had effected me so much I was losing my damn mind. Allidia had suggested seeing a therapist, and Jason was just plain worried about me. But they never showed it.

I wanted to believe I mattered to people, but ever person I ever started to like eventually hated me for something I did. Keeping a friend was more like keeping water cupped in your hand. It was difficult, but it wasn't impossible.

My only friends, they were the water that willingly held in my hand while I shivered in fear of suddenly losing them. But to this day, seven years and counting, they are still my family. Allidia, Cassidy, Jason, and Emerson.

I was afraid to lose them.
I was afraid that once I lost them, I had no chance of gaining anyone quite like them again.

I believe I had them for a reason, whether it be for them to break and make me, or shut me down all together. It was scary, being imprisoned by your own mind like this. I wanted nothing more than a family.

My Mother passed ten years ago from lung cancer due to her everyday smoking, and I have no clue where my my father is. Somewhere far away, where I don't have to see him.

But this is me, Dawny Grace.
This is my story, and I was kept here to tell you it.

That is what I believe.
That is what I will always believe.

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