»meine schulter wurde nass, aber es war mir egal. denn er war mir nicht egal.«

»ich bin einfach viel zu jung für die scheiße und viel zu kaputt für die scheiße.«

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Cara wants to shrink. She wants to get herself as small as possible, to push the limits of life. She has no care for safety or life. No concern for anything but her anorexia nervosa which guides her closer to the edge every day. She is willing to do anything to dodge treatment and make sure she shrinks, even if that means fading into darkness. But now it's life or death and her family is in pain too. Can she turn herself around in time or is she too far gone? ⚠️ Strong Language, Eating Disorders ⚠️ NEW CHAPTERS RELEASED WEEKLY, EDITED BEFORE POSTING BUT IF I MISS MISTAKES, PLEASE COMMENT! ALSO OPEN TO CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }