In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

Three children realize they're trapped in the basement of a crazy woman who claims to be their mother, and forces them to call her "Mommy". __________________ created February 4th, 2017 IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

TRIGGER WARNING "I can help you. We can all help you as long as you let us," he whispers sympathetically, trying to calm me down. More tears well up in my eyes. I whimper, "I don't think you know how bad I feel inside. I'm not sure I even want to be rescued, Ash. I can't risk it." "Katie, saving your life doesn't risk anyone but the devil." --- Katie Irwin, also known as Ashton Irwin's younger sister, embraces the opportunity to stay with her brother and the rest of 5 Seconds of Summer during their hiatus. Almost as soon as she arrives at the band's Sydney home, a series of unfortunate events causes Katie multiple crises involving her mental illnesses and her sense of purpose. It is up to Ashton to save her, but the question is whether he knows how. Copyright © 2014 Dahlia_Piercings. (I am in the process of editing this fanfiction! Please read it with an open mind, as this was written before I had any writing experience.)

I still have the newspaper clipping. It's a picture of me the first day of my existence, at least, it's the first day I remember. That was three years ago, when a photographer snapped the photo of me walking weirdly around the scene of a deadly car accident. My pale skin shone brightly against the wreckage as my blonde, almost white, hair hung limply past my shoulders. Unlike the people inside the vehicles, I was uninjured.