I jolted up, sweat dripping down my neck. I scrambled for the pills beside me and popped two into my mouth. "I shouldn't have done that." I muttered. I sat up shaking violently, waiting for the medication to kick in. Slowly I started to feel numb again, one of my favorite feelings. Thanks to those pills, I can finally start to feel somewhat sane. But don't get me wrong, I'm not a drug addict. I'm just a dying girl who is afraid of what she might become. Understand? XXX I dropped onto the ground, clutching my jaw. The red liquid known as blood flooded my mouth like a river. You see, the taste of blood definitely isn't unfamiliar. Just like the sensation of pain. Those two were buddies in my life. It's quite funny, I remember the cracking of my bones and glass seeping into my skin, just like the small needles that pumped medicine into my blood system to keep my small fragile body alive. All these hits yet, here I am standing. Guess you can call me superman. But even though I might be standing, I've already crumbled inside. Humans have glass hearts and strings that hold them together. What would we have left if our glass heart shatters and all the strings popped? XXX WARNING: Story is triggering to audiences that are sensitive to suicide and cutting. Oh and this story is quite frankly, cringey as hell. Story is in a very slow process of editing, so if there are errors, feel free to point them out and I will be quick to fix them! Hope you guys enjoy UnSavable! Love, Victoria♥ XXX Highest so far: #43 teen fiction 3/19/2017

Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.