Hold Me Tight

Tanya hates her life- if you can even call it that. Her days consist of drunken assholes leaving her mother's bedroom every morning. Her days are filled with guilt and so much blame thrown at her for the death of her father. She spends most of her time out on the streets watching crimes happen and trying to stop as much of them as she can.

With a life as shitty as hers suicide is a nagging idea that kisses her goodnight and softly stirs her awake in the morning. Always there waiting...just waiting for her to reach out and grab it's hand giving it permission to consume her soul.

Except Tanya holds onto the smallest slip of hope. She still believes there's something, someone, out there to help her... it's just a matter of finding them. But finding happiness is basically impossible when you can't even find yourself, especially when your already too lost to resurface.

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°WARNING°
story contains difficult topics, like suicide, read at your own risk

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-Esmer

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#15/40 tanya
#43/1.73k tears
#820/3.04k happiness