Perrie realized there was no hope that anyone was coming to save her. After weeks of long periods of solitary confinement, being drugged at parties, and abuse, she had lost hope of being saved. The fame-diggers had won, this time the villain had won. She lay on her cot, in a daze, her body aching in pain, and her stomach numb from hunger. Was this how she was going to live out her remaining days of her slowly perishing life? ~ perrie edwards au ~ Anyone who knows me from Instagram should know that: this book has no humor and is pretty dark, a contrast to what I post on Instagram. Cover is not mine Started: Feb 13th 2018 Ended: Sept 6th 2020
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