The Girl in the Plastic Bubble

The Girl in the Plastic Bubble

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During the 1900s there was so much stigmatisation around mental health. People who weren't happy were automatically diagnosed with a mental health issue and where shipped away to an asylum where they were treated as a thing rather than a human being. Nobody understood them and no one understood that with time people can actually get better. Clara was at the mists of it. She was allergic to the human touch but it seemed as though she was crazy and before she even got a chance to explain she was gone. But maybe next time you'll listen...
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I looked up at the man in front of me. He was HOT. But he was also forbidden fruit. He was Alex's brother for God's sake! My boyfriend's brother, none the less. I shouldn't feel at all attracted to him, but the way he was looking at me right now... This wasn't right. He leaned closer though. I was losing all control right then. He pressed his lips to my jaw and my mind went completely blank, like it always does when he was this close. This was wrong. This was wrong. I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to find the reason. Then it came to me. Alex. Alex would be angry. Now I seemed like a whore. Another kiss, on my neck this time, and another thought slipped away. This is still wrong... Why though? Think Beatrice! Alex came to mind again. Alex came to mind again. I knew there were more reasons than that, but I couldn't think of them at the moment. He moved his lips again, this time peppering kisses across my collarbone and he stopped at the hollow of my throat. I gasped softly. Now my mind was empty. I wasn't even thinking clearly. The only thought that passed my mind was that I wanted more of this. More of him.

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