this year as a present my mum moved back into the house on one condition,that I went to a support group every weekend. with one year left I decided its not to bad so I went. and guess what?? it was worse than I thought. I knew no one and I was a but of a loner. when my mum picked me up that afternoon she noticed that I was.bleeding from my wrist. so she sat me.down and.pulled.up my sleeve, revealing the massive amount of cuts. she.then noticed that there was bleeding from my thigh so she investigated my thigh. we went home silently and when we got there she dragged me up the footpath to the kitchen and pulled up my trousers and my sleeves showing Dad the cuts. let's just say Dad hid the knives and Mum grounded me. so not a good birthday
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a final breath
Ficção AdolescenteMy name is Chloe Benson. I have two more chances left in life. I rejected my chance to find a happy husband and to find a better life. now my only choice is to die or to start chemotherapy to save my life. I can't decide on what to do, my wrist alre...
