No matter how much she doesn't want to admit it, Vanessa Dawson is still having a hard time accepting the tragedy that has been weighing her down for the past few years.
The painful wounds and haunting memories inflicted upon her are still fresh and...
okay, so this is the first time i'm going to join NaNoWriMo and i'm honestly really nervous about writing this.
i've mentioned several times before that i've rewritten this story about four times, and i'm still currently editing most of it.
since 2017 is the year i've started to get back on track with my writing, i figured, what the hell, might as well go with the flow with all these events going on—it's been a long while since i've focused really hard on a novel, so let's get going!
and since i started joining/entering contests this year, i'm feeling a bit more confident in writing than i did before; also, i've wanted to finish this story ever since i was in high school.
i don't know what's in store for me or what will happen next, but i hope that this version will be good enough to read or be worth someone's attention.
if you're reading this or if you have read the previous version and continued to keep up with my works up until now, thank you for giving this story a chance. i am and i will be forever thankful for your kind consideration.
and to be completely honest, it's simonesaidwhat 's all that is gold that inspired me to take a leap of faith and join nanowrimo this year. i'm currently loving that story of hers and i'm very excited to finish it and read all of her other works! 😍
also, a huge THANK YOU to XantheRowds for this super awesome cover. it's honestly the perfect cover for this story and his brilliant artwork represents exactly what i wanted the cover (and the concept of the story) to be. love you, xan!
good luck to all of the participants this year! thank you for reading this! i hope you'll enjoy it until the end, loves! 💙
just a heads up, this story contains lots of profanity, mature content, and triggering events. you have been warned. please read at your own risk.
— cassie
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E P I G R A P H
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"Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?"
— Halsey, Gasoline
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A E S T H E T I C S
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VANESSA
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TRISTAN
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KAYLA
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LEVI
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real events are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
