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"Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside."
- Sarah J. Maas
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Kylie Luna's POV
I sit in the forest. I always seem alone probably because I'm a freak. I'll just sit here watching the blood drip from my arm and legs. I sit staring at the woods with a static haze. The voices in my head were loud. Damn disorder why does it make me do stupid things I'm lonely I hate people they're idiots in all honesty. I just can't help but be near them at times unless I get mad.

The static was getting louder I didn't care I hope it kills me or makes me lose complete control of myself and kill myself. That would be amazing I hear something in the bushes and I blacked out.

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Logan Herring's POV
Where the hell is she? She is one of the few people that even try to hang out with me... she wouldn't of!!!! I don't give a damn if she has a personality disorder I told her to stay out of the woods. I run in I see a guy to the edge with a crowbar. I dismiss it I see Kylie under a tree covered in scratches of her self-harm. "Mmm" she groans "hi logan" "I'm calling the hospital" she has a look of worry " no i-" " I don't care how you feel your going" I cut her off "okay Mr schizoid" I get my phone out to find out I have no service I sigh. "Start walking see you tomorrow" "LOGAN GET BACK HERE!" I keep walking she alive so I don't really care not like we are actually friends I don't have any.

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Kylie's pov
I head home after that asshole left me passing a man in a white feminine mask I think I should take my meds. I sigh and struggle to make the long walk home. I walk by the river I see my short curley and wavy hair with long blue tips I can see my purple roots too. I sigh at the sight of me I could change my hair but not my eyes, like my grandmother my eyes change depending on if I'm sick or what I wear but typically they're a honey brown if I wear white or gray they are hazel and if I wear black my eyes are such a dark brown they're almost black I sigh and continue to make my way home.
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