Brooklyn Black

Prologue

Hey lovlies I'm back with a new book. I know I haven't finished 'Crimson High' and I'm working on it but i have huge writers block on that story. Anyway, so this book I am very excited about writing, last year (2014) I got really depressed, it was bad. Crying myself to sleep everynight not eating much or eating too much, self harm. It was bad, but I'm getting better now. And I just wanted to write this book, and express all those feelings I had. So I starting planning 'Brooklyn Black' and I'm super excited. I hope you like it as much as I hope I'm going to enjoy writing it. xx

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All I can hear is the constant screaming in my head. Voices reminding me I will never be good enough. 

Family is shit, I can tell you that, always telling me how great I could never be.

Everynight drowning in my own tears, everyday drowning in a sea of air. Hopeing someone, anyone, will notice me as I slowly stop breathing.

Depression is like walking around screaming at people, and no one even turns their head to see where the noise is coming from. It's like dying, except your not. For me sometimes the only option is death, but then I remember, death isn't an option, it hasn't been for 365 years today.

Today is my birthday, adding another year to the life that should be over. To someone that shouldn't still be alive. My name is Brooklyn Black and I wish I was dead.