M., a college sophomore, is haunted by the events of a year ago that ended another girl's life. In an attempt to clear her conscience, she writes her confession down in a battered notebook addressed to a stranger. This search for redemption is far more painful than she ever imagined, and she struggles to cope with her grief and guilt. As M. spirals deeper into herself, she must ask what the cost of absolution is...and if she's still willing to pay it. [ Wattpad featured story | cover by MayTijssen ]

"It's times like these that I wish I was old enough to grab a pair of shoes, and a thin coat and run away. Run into the night, arms flailing. I would pretend I was flying, or falling and my heart would beat fast and hard against my ribs and I would smile. I'd smile this big, giant smile and I'd be happy. I'd pump my legs faster and faster and not pay attention to my surroundings because, who cares? I'd pretend I was the only one in the world and I was conquering all. And I'd be happy. Maybe not for long, but for a percentage of a second. And it'd be worth it. It's times like these I wish I had someone calling my cellphone telling me they're outside,waiting at two something in the freaking morning. Without warning me of the adventure ahead of us! We'd sail into the night in an old run down car, my body hanging out the window and my hair whirling around my face in an ungrateful but appreciated fashion. I'd be content with doing anything as long as it's spontaneous and exciting! I'd imagine doing these things and then I'd remember, who'd do them with me?" Niall seems happy, he seems perfectly content with life but really, behind closed doors, it's a completely different story. Trigger warning- Eating Disorders/Depression/Self Harm

story #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-