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Brooke Carter has a simple life. She is considered a nerd but she is sarcastic, funny, everything you would think shes not. Then comes Nate Morris. He doesnt talk to anyone but is somehow very popular. One day Brooke is subject to a joke gone to far and Nate steps in and saves her. This leads to some strange feelings for Brooke. Was this an act of generosity or was it more?

WARNINGS: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. do not read if you are sensitive to that subject. Mature Content also later in the story so beware. Bad language. ------------ "My fucking mother died." He answered so harshly. My heart shattered. His mom was his rock, they were so close and she was the reason Jayden stayed so strong. I got up from the bed and made my way over to him. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I replied, tears forming in my eyes as I threw my arms around him. But my heart shattered even more when his next moves happened. He pushed me. Hard. I fell back onto the ground, my back hitting the wood at the end of the bed with such force. I cried out in pain as I felt it jolt through my body and thats when it all began. ----------

Ilarian is a girl who has a normal life with ups and downs. But suddenly she starts to feel not well. She gets worried. But when the doctors tells her that she's fine she moves on with her life. But then a big depression wave hits her wich causes a lot of problems in her life. She loses herself a lot. She tries to find herself again but her personal and school life kind of messes up thing for her hopes. She's definnetly not doing well. She doesn't talk about it a lot with her friends. But when she meets xavier everything changes. She hopes that he can save her, but can she be saved if she still wants to feel the way she's feeling anyway?

I stare at the cars. I stare at the people. I look up and I stare at the sky. I stare at the clouds. A few birds fly by. I stare at those, too. Then, I look at the buildings. Some are completely lit up. Others are only partially. I stare at the cars. My feet lift up. The concrete is cold and rough against my bare feet. The wind is calm and the air is crisp and clean. My eyes close. I let the darkness take forward as I lift my foot to step forward. The wind pushes against me like it doesn't want me to move. Just as I lean forward, I'm jerked backwards. And I land on something warm.