Dear, you
My eyes drift back and forth from the mirror to the bathroom door.
I am unable to move or pick myself up from the cold tiles.
Blood trickles down my arms and makes a mess my mother is sure to make a fuss about.
That poor woman.
From, Rose.
YOU ARE READING
then i jumped..
FanfictionWhen i was younger i thought that my life would improve and get better.. but i was wrong. (This book is so bad like if you read it I'm sorry. If you think it's terrible I think it's terrible too. I edit this story all the time because everytime I r...
