Have you ever felt so alone, so absolutely full of misery and despair, that you wanted to die? Well that's how I feel. Every. Single. Day.
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As I looked back at how I came to be there, I almost felt bad. There I was, about to throw away those beautiful memories that I had worked so hard to create. They were all going to disappear into nothingness when I was gone, no one would get to see or relive them.
Once upon a time, we were all alone and in silent pain. We didn't realize that there was something greater than this world that connected us. And when we finally did meet, we denied that we were drawn to each other. All young, all broken, all scared. This past year had been the best of my life, probably the best I would ever have, if I chose to live.
With my feet planted on the creaking wood, I looked up to remember us once more, and jumped into the abyss that would whisk me away forever.
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Fourteen (almost fifteen) year old Emma Nolan has terrible anxiety, and the result of that was a severe case of anorexia nervosa. It's a very difficult thing to go through, and her family doesn't really understand how to help her. A suicide attempt was the last straw for her parents, and they decided to move the family to a town in Maine that had resources that may be able to "fix" Emma, only Emma didn't know that.
As Emma experiences life at a new school, in a new town, with new people, she tries to keep her anxiety levels down, but they flare up even more than they did before. Her parents tell her there is a specialist that can help her. What she didn't know about that, was that it was group therapy.
The last thing Emma wants is to be going to therapy with a group of misfits, but if it will distract her from the misery and judgement of her every day life, so be it.
TO BE REVAMPED ON A SEPARATE ACCOUNT AS A NON-OUAT FIC
USER SERIES 1
Micah Rex: He's handsome, dangerous, reckless. An addict. When he walks into a room, people notice. People are scared of him, people don't look him in the eye.
AJ Ferro: She's cute, nice respectful. A helper. When she walks in a room, people usually get flowers. People love her, people want to be her friend.
Despite her cheery nature and soft words AJ has never had it easy when it came to addiction -or depression. Without his addiction, sadness and anger Micah doesn't know who he is -and he hates not knowing things.
And, of all places, they meet at a rehab center.
He looked at her and saw a peppy girl with no future. She looked at him and saw a troubled boy with a bad past.
Micah wants to die, AJ wants him to live.
It's only a matter of time before one of them breaks through or breaks the other.
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I was 12 the first time I took a hit off a joint at a party, smoked a blunt by myself and bought a bong. I was 13 when I started drinking alcohol for fun. 14 the first time I took ecstasy at a college party I snuck into, the same age I lost my virginity. This was the first time I went to a mental institution because it's also the year I first tried to kill myself. 15 the first time I smoked meth, took a bump of cocaine, shot myself up with heroine. This was the first time I got sent to rehab, it didn't work and I came out worse.
I was 16 when I tried to commit three times in the same year, the last time I got my heart to stop for 30 seconds. That year was also the first time I snorted Hydrocodone, getting me started in opiates, I experimented with Xanax and liked it.
And I was a month from 17 when I got sober.
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"Fuck you." I snap.
"You already have." Micah bites out. "And I'm pretty fucking sure you liked it too, if your orgasms were anything to go by."
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"I want-" Micah stopped, running his fingers through his hair. "Never mind what I want. What do you want?" His voice is quieter now, more gentle.
"You."