My Life
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Fanfic
Melanie Martinez
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This will be a story of like random events in my life or random stuff. Basically, what goes on in my life. Like a mini diary with not really secrets but events. Ummm, don't judge. Mean words hurt actually. "Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me", does not apply to me. I am depressed so some of it might be depressing if I want to share. But, I hope you get to know about me. Oh and actually this was not really my idea. I didn't start this first or anything. ALL credits go to @emolittlebeebo except the fact that I'm writing this. ;) This book is mine but the credits for the idea go to her. If you do copy this idea make sure you give her credits! ;) Any nice comments will do or else don't write at all. And please vote if you can! I really appreciate it. So yeah, I am emo. You can ask me any questions! Anyways thank you! M E H anyways. I love Melanie Martinez &lt;3 (not that kind of fan just in case the fan type) P A N I C ! A T T H E D I S C O P A R A M O R E F A L L O U T B O Y T W E N T Y Ø N E P I L Ø T S and more! ;) Anyways, here it goes!
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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