A DARK ROMANCE.
"It was at that moment she knew, the fact that no matter what he did, she'd still love him."
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Finn Wolfhard was a shy boy, never once stepping beyond the safety of the shadows that enveloped him.
Until he met the one girl that ev...
N O T I C E : This book includes detailed themes surrounding violence, sex, suicide, abuse, sexual harassment, alcohol, drugs, blood, and other very sensitive topics—all are graphically depicted in this story.
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IT WAS WITH SLUGGISH YET BOLD DETERMINATION, that Y/N finally temporarily gathered herself to get ready for where she was about to go.
She had called Millie, and asked her to go with her to where she wanted to go. Y/N needed this closure, and if it couldn't be done with her own mother, then she would want it to be done with her best friend.
Her mind was clouded as walked into the bathroom reluctantly, almost fearful of seeing the same blood she saw earlier still in the toilet bowl. She bit the inside of her cheek as she turned on the light to look at herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were dully red and puffed from sobbing until she couldn't anymore. Her face looked exhausted, physically and emotionally. Her hair was put up in a lazy pony tail, small strands flicked in wayward directions.
She looked terribly enervated.
Who was she? Who was this person staring back at her?
She swallowed her thoughts for now before sliding her shower glass door open to run the shower water. She then mindlessly stripped herself of her pajamas, dropping them to the ground to as she opened the shower glass door to step inside, sliding it closed behind her.
She stepped into the comforting water, it's warmth immediately soaking through her body and calming her nerves as it sleeked her body.
Y/N allowed her eyes to close and her head to tilt up and face the shower's stream face first, allowing the water to run all over her features. She clenched her eyes shut, every time she shut her eyes, all she could see was red.
Red.
Red.
Red.
Her own blood.
This was killing her. It was absolutely consuming her.
Her hands ran up to rub the water from her eyes, tilting her head out of the shower's stream to surrender to her thoughts.
