Saige Lexington's life is finally falling into place just in time for her senior year. Believe me, it's been rough these past few years. Her high school experience has been anything but perfect. But the issues that have chained her down these past few years are gone now, leaving her with one last chance to have a normal high school experience. And that's what she does. Captain of the cheer team, high school sweethearts with the captain of the football team, and her old gang finally back together. Each piece falls into place as she moves back home. Everything's perfect...until it's not? What happens when Saige's perfect life begins to fall upside down, and she begins to lose herself again? Everything begins to change, and life begins to spiral down further and further, until an unexpected someone steps into the picture, doing everything he can to hold her afloat. But for what Saige has been through these past few years, is everything even enough to keep her from drowning? ✩・✩・✩ *This story contains mature themes including (but not limited to): -sexual scenes -eating disorders -mention of suicide -strong language -domestic abuse -addictions -sexual assault -trauma -depression -manic episodes

"Mae, show me." He demanded. I knew this would come up someday. My scars are from years ago when I wasn't happy with myself, or happy with anything really. I'm better now but I still don't like showing them to people. Most people ignore them but I knew once Ash saw them that he was going to ask. "Mae." He says again. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks they're ugly? What if he hears the story of them and decides he doesn't want me anymore? What do I do then? ... I slowly took off my jacket and showed him my wrist. "Why would you ever do that darling?" Tears started forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It was years ago when I wasn't happy and it's a long story." "Darling, look at me." He told me, lifting my chin. "I'm not mad at you. How long has it been since you've done that?" "Five years." "That's amazing, Mae." "You don't hate them?" "I hate that you felt the need to do that, but no, I don't hate them." He kissed my forehead, calming me down.