in which a girl texts the wrong number and gets a response.

"Why do you do this to yourself? You have everything: a father who loves you, friends, money, activities. I want to know why you threw it all away." Why? You want to know why? Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on long underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire. Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they're tight. Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll over on command. Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all "a disappointment." Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's too late because you're mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop. Look in the mirror and find a ghost. hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you. "Why?" is the wrong question. Ask "Why not?" **TRIGGER WARNING** This story contains the main character self harming herself, starving herself/anorexia, blood, depression, and dark thoughts.

I can't eat, I can't stop hurting myself. I can't stop hating myself. I'm kidnapped, and I don't care if I come out of this alive, I have nothing to come back to anyway. -Finished Story-

She has obsessive-compulsive disorder. He finished all the required classes for graduating by his freshman year. She trains in ballet four hours a day, five days a week. He doesn’t understand people. She’s scared of waking up. He’s scared of not knowing the right answers. Two entirely different people, both driven together by their fear… of life. (Cover by GoldLipstick) A/N: Moet is pronounced Mo-ay.

Roseanne, the new girl, just moved away from her past in Los Angeles to Georgia. She ran away from her abusive past, the past of her now ex-boyfriend, father, and dead mother. At her new school, there's always going to be a bad boy. What happens when Blake Anderson notices the new girl. Will he break her or find love? Find out in, The Broken Girl.

Heather lives her life with one purpose: to make her father proud. She's a straight-A student, obedient, respectful, and determined never to disappoint him. Her father has only one rule: no dating in school. But everything changes when she falls in love and gets caught. Her father's reaction is swift and brutal. The man she once admired becomes unrecognizable-controlling, angry, and even physically abusive. Confused and devastated, she can't understand why he treats her so cruelly, especially when her older sister, now in college, never saw this side of him. When her father announces he's marrying a lawyer from his firm, she hopes for change. Instead, things only spiral further. The abuse intensifies, and the emotional wounds deepen as he begins to blame her for her mother's death. In a desperate search for love, truth, and freedom, she uncovers painful secrets buried within her family-realizing her entire life has been built on lies. By the time she pieces everything together, it's too late. What she wanted was simple: happiness, love, and her father's acceptance. What she gets is betrayal, loss, and a shattering truth that will haunt her forever until the day she dies.

Sapphire is a good girl who has been neglected and abused by her parents. They think she's just in the way. Then all of a sudden she finds herself drawn to this amazingly gorgeous guy who just happens to be her dads lost son. But what will happen will he treat her just like her parents or worse what will the out come of all of this be even better will this guy even acknowledge her presence...

"I can't help what I do, it's an impulse."

These are all original sad stories I wrote. I really hope you are prepared to be brought to tears. There is one song that you might want to listen to while reading these. Wait- M83 Really sad. (Especially if you watched TFIOS) And please leave feedback, notes, criticism, whatever you want in the comments. I always like to listen. Thank You (I wrote most of this book at 13 years old so don't get too upset if it doesn't sound the best)