This is an autobiography about my struggles with addiction and mental illness. I don't really expect many people to read it, but to those of you who do, I'd like to say thank you in advance and I hope you can somehow take comfort and relate to me. People are people, and they all go through shit. This is the beginning of my story, and the rest is still unwritten.

Prolouge He grabbed my waist pulling me tighter to his abdomen. He leaned his head down to my neck and started dropping light kisses. I let a light moan escape my mouth. I then felt his mouth making a grin. He looked up so I could see his smile topped with his impeccable dimples. I reached for his face and lightly caressed his blonde hair behind his ear.

This is a creepy story about Jenny,A girl who was thrown off a balcony and comes back to get revenge on the girls who bulied her in school. (Not much to say)