""Please, put it down. Do you truly want to do this?" i gasp out, my died blond hair falling into my grassy green eyes. I'm sure makeup is smeared down my puffy red cheeks. It was hard not to cry. My boyfriend of a full two years was laying there, shot, bleeding out. There is seven of us in the small science room. One of the being Hunter Davis, my old childhood friend; and he had a gun pointed right at me. Shaking as tears streamed down his own rd puffed cheeks."
Dewy Mcloughlin, a cheerleader, popular, beautiful, blond. Now none of those. We will see how it all unfolds. How she becomes bind, how she watched many kids die from her old best friend. We will see how her and many of the students that were locked in the room with her that fateful day.. Die, or live from the hands of awkward, depressed, loser, Hunter Davis.
***WORNING***
This book will have mature content. including goor, swearing, sexual content, self harm, depression, and a lot of time of the characters talking and reliving all of this. So if any of that makes you squirm or uncomfortable.. Please don't read if you don't like any of them.
CRINGE WARNING!
First book I ever wrote on here!!
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"Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun."
I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest.
They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted.
People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'.
I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me.
I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy.
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Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8
Copyright 2014