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The Bad Boys Saved Me

The Bad Boys Saved Me

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Sometimes it's confusing for me. At this point, I don't know if I'm cutting because I want to kill myself or because I want to stay alive. ✘✘✘✘ Her name is Emma. She's infamous in her town, though the students of her high school don't generally know her by her first name. She's better known as 'Freak', 'Trash', 'Psycho bitch', but the most common nickname for Emma is 'Murderer.' It's scribbled on her locker, it's called out in the halls, it's snickered in between classes. Everyone knows Emma as 'Murderer' because of something that happened 3 years ago. The death of Emma's mother. Her mother was loved by many before the accident that left her dead and Emma's life in ruin. And though nobody really knows the facts and the specific details of the death, they can all agree that everything that happened was Emma's fault. And they aren't the only ones. Then she meets him. He's not very nice and just about the last person she'd ever thought would become the most important person in her life. He's blunt and unapologetically rude and basically lacks all manners. She should hate him. But he's also the first person in years to make her smile. And while most people would probably look at him and think he's trouble (or has a hot ass) Emma looks at him and sees someone just as majorly screwed up as she is. But as she finds herself falling love, she also finds everything else falling apart. Old secrets emerge, true motivations are revealed and nasty tricks are used. As flashbacks of her old life come into place, Emma is forced to chose between living in the past, leading into the future or ending it all at once. Everything in her life will all have to come down to one simple decision. And only she can decide what choice to make. **WARNING: Mature content with descriptions of self-harm** Has been re-written from original version.
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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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