The awkward, intelligent, and bespectacled Emma Leighs never expected to be shot on the very first day of her senior year in high school. Shot by a camera, that is. Emma Leighs has steered clear of every and any type of attention out there for pretty much her entire high school life, taking a liking to the more subtler things such as photography and caffeine-induced night blogging in her grandmother's humble cottage, all while perfectly content with hiding her dark history and secrets from the world around her. But the disturbingly beloved tradition of four attractive teenage boys, a broken camera, a downpour of rain, and a single photograph seems to finally acquire her of some (reluctant) friends. And maybe, just maybe, they'll teach her a thing or two about what she's been missing out on. (WARNING: Psychological and mature subjects are present in this story that could be triggering and/or intense for some, though the bigger lot of it mainly focuses on self discovery, accepting your flaws/mental disorders, and creating new bonds with the people around you as well as allowing them to be your support on the long road of recovery, so this story may be a bit slow paced. Swearing and mild language are also present. Read at your own risk.) Highest ranking: Teen Fiction #3

❝ rose red, i will make you tell the truth. ❞ 🥀 in which a teenage girl falls for a vampire contains: strong language, self harm, depressing thoughts, eating disorders, panic/anxiety attacks, suicidal thoughts, overdosing, sexual harassment, and suicide book one in the 'princesses and vampires' series @babygeesus helps with most of chapter ideas, so check her out please cover: "the seven works of mercy" by caravaggio

Это продолжение книги Крамер Стейс 50 дней до моего самоубийства. Что же ждет дальше малышку Лори в её насыщенной жизни?

Люди считают, что депрессия, это когда грустишь. Когда плачешь. Когда одеваешься в черное. Но люди ошибаются. Депрессия - это постоянное чувство беспомощности. Когда не чувствуешь ни эмоций, не воспринимаешь ложь. Ты просыпаешься утром лишь для того, чтобы лечь обратно в кровать. Дни на самом деле как будто и не дни; дни становятся просто раздражающими помехами, с которыми вынужден сталкиваться. И как с ними справляться?

Фанфик по рассказу Стейс Крамер "50 дней до моего самоубийства"