I felt weak, and helpless, but I tried to open my eyelids once more. They wouldn't budge. I mentally screamed at them to open. No such luck. I heard voices, but I don't really know who they belong too. I wish I could see some sort of light, or really, anything but darkness. All I can see, is the now extraordinarily haunting, yet quite interesting, past of mine.
But, your coming in on the middle of this, so I might as well inform you of why I am where I am and how it happened. Not to brag, we'll I am in a come, but I think you'll enjoy reading about the past of Lorelei (Lori) Hollings. It's quite a story if I do say so myself.
So here we go, about 5-6 months ago, when life didn't seem like the struggle I've known it to become.
A/N, I don't know how this will turn out, so I kept the Intro short😘🌸
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Broken Doll ( The Perfect Tragedy)
General FictionI never thought I would cut, I would bleed intentionally, or become suicidal. I thought I could handle life, on my own. But when the life shows you it's worst, the demons will truly reveal themselves. I'm Lori Hollings, and this is my story.
