The Seven
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She found a book in her closet. Black leather cover, uninviting texture, old and dusty..and calling her out, pulling her in... she had to open it. it was a diary. the pages told a story... the story of one Isla Campbell, an unusual girl, with an unusual tale.. Isla Campbell says had a problem. In a world full of people wanting to achieve perfection she was fighting battles to lock her demons inside.. she was struggling to control something over which she had no power. As Isla was going down the spiral of losing herself to this darkness, she found them. the ones who changed her life forever by showing her the truth about herself and her world. Was it enough? was it true? Did it save her?
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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