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" Do you know how it feels to just know that you're going to die? It wasn't what I had ever expected. I didn't think "Oh no! My parents are gonna read my diary." or "Now I'll never get to kiss my dream boy." That's not what I thought at all. I felt completely free. I felt at peace. I knew that I would never have to feel pain again. I was happy to die, and I was glad it was over. The last thing I remember are the sirens and their flashing lights, and two men in white hoisting me onto a gurney, and putting me in the back of an ambulance. I remember I picked my head up just enough see my parents standing at the end of the driveway. My mother looked numb. Her eyes were puffy and her hair was a mess. My dad stood next to her holding her waist. He had a stressed look on his face. It was mixed with dissapointment. It was a look I had seen all too many times, I closed my eyes after that and girl didn't open them until 2 months later. " Sage Markerey is a 16 year old that forgot who she is after a concussion that sent her into a coma. When she hears she tried to kill herself, and was a drug addict, she is disgusted and surprised and decides right then that is not who she wants to be. Through her art and dreams, she begins to relive awful memories that she cannot completely understand, and no one around her seems to know the real reason she was in such a depression. But Sage is desperate to find out who she was before, and why she felt like her life wasn't worth living, all while transforming herself into the person she really wants to be. *Sexual & disturbing content included. You have been warned*
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