Alaska had no idea what to do. When Alaska was happy, she'd be all hyper and talk a lot and people would just ask her to shut up, but when Alaska was sad and didn't wanna talk, people would just force her to participate more and would constantly bother and pester her and just, ugh. That was how Alaska felt, UGH. Alaska was full of ideas but none bothered to listen to her ideas, but when no one had ideas, they turned to Alaska. She was used a hell of a lot of times. When she got home from school, she ran straight to her room and took out her bestfriend, the blade. She slit her wrists and cut her thighs AGAIN. Oh god, no one was able to stop her. Everyday she wore a cardigan and pulled her skirt down to under her knees to hide those terrible scars. Nobody felt a slight bit of pity towards Alaska because no one knew.
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Historia CortaThis story is dedicated to certain people I do not want to mention. It's a pretty sad story but I hope you'll like it! It's about a group of 4 people, Alaska, Annie, Shayra and Crystabelle. Annie Shayra and Crytabelle left Alaska.. This story is als...
