Prologue
Sometimes I wish I could read minds. I wish I could hear what people think about me. When I was little, from what I remember anyways, I never expected that I would turn out like this. All alone in this weird, sad world with no one to care for me or love me as their own flesh and blood. I am definitely not your typical emo weirdo. I'm darker, I'm deeper and would actually gaze into your soul...just kidding haha.
I guess I am on this weird journey to discover self-love and care. I'm your definition of a mess and honestly I don't think anyone can fix me. I've passed the fixing phase. I would demolished and created again.
The universe has already messed me up in ways I cannot describe. I'm practically a living corpse. I am dead inside. Honestly? I'm not begging for help. People seem to notice everything except the most important detail: i need fixing. Whenever I look into the mirror, all I see is this weird, fat, insecure, messed up 17-year-old girl. I really can't wait to die. Unlike everyone else, I don't remember much from my past but I'm not really dwelling on it.
I have moved on and now I'm focused on my weird future that seems to be a blur. A faded future. A faded life.
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Faded
Teen FictionAriella Black thought she knew everything about anything. She thought she had experienced all the things that could possibly mess you up; hate, depression, loss and then plain emptiness. Ariella was Numb. Ariella always thought she had an idea of w...
