[TRAILER IN THE FIRST CHAPTER!] This story is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns :)' 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. They had everything they needed- food, a warm home, sweet parents, and nice friends. They were also doing okay in school as their grades were normal and mostly got along with everyone. At least they hoped so. But then why did they feel so wrong and out of place? Everywhere walking with bandages on their wrists that long sleeves covered. There shouldn't have been any reason for them to feel that way so why? Why did they wish so desperately to take away the life their mom once gave them 15 years ago? Authors note: This book is mature and contains strong language, self-harm, and other content that some readers might find disturbing. © Mark_107 2018
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