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Ever heard of the girl that has been through hell, and is still in hell? No? Oh, well, that's because she doesn't talk about her life. Besides the events that happen to her that is played out in public. She never talks about her family life, her personal thoughts, or anything, for that matter. She stays to herself. And has maybe one friend. Well. That girl is me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anna Arnolds is not a normal girl, she's far from normal. Her home life is tragic and horrible. Never once has she been truly happy at home since her biological mother passed. But that was many years ago. On the break of being 18, all she wants is to be free and away from Coralie, her abusive step mother. With being abused at home, it doesn't help that Ace Hart bullies her at school and outside of school. But what happens when she becomes friends with Sara Evans and her brother, Tyler? ~~~~~~~~~ TRIGGER WARNING. Contents may trigger some people. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This story is very tragic. SHORT STORY #1
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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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