Bridges to Nowhere

Bridges to Nowhere

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The worst part about death isn't the loss itself it's the felling deep in your gut when you know you were the one that could have stopped it. ** This story is about a girl who's world falls apart and is crushed into pieces. After she experiences a horrible tragedy taking the life of someone she truly loves, she feels as if she must escape this world no matter the cost. Teetering on the edge of her own life she must learn to accept a past she has tried so hard to forget and accept forgiveness for the mistakes she has made, that have pushed her to this point. *** I awake to a canned lights above me and the overwhelming smell of antibacterial rub. I roll over groaning. Nothing I can do will break the chains holding me in this earth. And suddenly the room feels, like a cell, and the world feels like a prison. Holding me here, when the one thing I want, is blackness, nothingness, and end to all of this. #6 in realisticfiction *** If you are very sensitive to topics of depression or suicide, please read with caution.
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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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