PROLOGUE // PART 2 - It's 1AM and I lay in bed thinking where I've gone wrong. The faint taste of acid still lingering in my mouth. Fucking disgusting. Honestly, for a 15 year old, I've been through so much shit. Backstabbing bitches, people leaving and entering my life as and when they like and.. well if I continue the list would go on for a day. Everyone's always looking for me whenever they need someone to talk to, it's like, 'Hey Sabreena, I need to talk to you, are you free right now?' or 'Sigh, I'm a fucking failure...' and I'll just be like 'Don't say things like that bla bla bla ' and I'd talk for an hour and they'll just nod their heads and wipe single tears away. Damn, I could earn money if I became a therapist.
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Anyway, I don't believe we've had a proper introduction. My name's Sabreena, I'm 15. People call me Sab for shorts - and this is my fucking story.
