on the verge

on the verge

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Vanessa Conor lived a life of perfection in Vancouver until a huge secret took a toll on her life. Three years of walking into the clutches of madness, Vanessa's over worn cracks began to show causing her only friend Jordan to go digging discovering Vanessa's whole world of darkness however, also sparking an unforgettable romance between them. this story contains: ~abuse ~anxiety ~depression ~suicide ~self harm ~strong language ~sexual content (maybe) This is completely my own story so please don't take any of my characters or ideas as I worked very hard to created it all.
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"You were worried about me, Specs?" He smirked. "No, Tyler. I hoped that someone cut up your corpse and fed it to paranas. Obviously I was, you idiot! I'm a doctor. Worrying about people is kind of programmed into my system. It's a curse if you ask me," I surprised myself a lot more than I thought was possible with my answer. And what did he do? Laugh! He fucking laughed! Not full on rolling- on- the- floor laughter but a laugh nonetheless. "This isn't funny, Tyler." "It kind of is. Almost a month ago, I would've sworn that you hated me. Be careful, Specs," he squinted down at me, "or you might actually sound as if you like me." I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I was concerned. Don't confuse that with affection. It's two very, very different things." *** When you think that all is not lost in the world. That not all men are pricks and that not all sushi is bad. When you think that there is a light, no matter how dim, at the end of the tunnel. When you think that life isn't the ruthless bitch you've always thought it was... It turns around and bites you in the ass. When you think that the past will always and forever remain where it should be... It comes at you from every direction. Like a violent tsunami destroying everything...and everyone in it's path. Can you change what happened? I wish. Can you stop what's going to happen? God! I really hope so.

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