Fiona. This girl is wonderful. She's all about having a laugh with her friends and messing around in lessons. But that's not really her. And everyone knows it.
Every week, Fiona comes into school and chats about all the boys she 'talks' to, about how they always ask her to 'send' but she sends them a fake pic of a playboy magazine. But that's not what happens.
She doesn't get messages. She never goes out. She never speaks to anyone other than her nan. She's never herself.
She goes by the saying 'change yourself so others will like you', but that's not even a saying. Is it?
There's only one thing for her to resort to; pain.
She smiles but the pain is in her eyes. She laughs but the pain is in her heart. She dances but the pain is on her arms. But it doesn't hurt anymore.
A couple years ago, she went to the doctors. She didn't tell her nan; says there was no need to. There was pain. Everywhere. It never stopped.
A few weeks later, she was diagnosed with depression. They gave her medication to stop the hurting.
But she doesn't take them.
Sometimes she just sits and dreams. She dreams of a better place, like wonderland or neverland. Somewhere better then here. She has passions and hopes but she thinks she can't accomplish them. But that's all she needs to do, she needs to
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Non-FictionA novel based on the reality of some. [ Some characters are based on people I have known, the said peoples names have been changed. I will not say which character(s) I have known ]
