The Art of Being Lost

Leah Banks was never normal. And even worse, shes seriously going through a tough time.

She is a closeted lesbian, depressed, and has no one to help.
She has a crush on a girl that gives her mixed signals and doesn't know if she's gay.
She has a dad that doesnt understand and expects perfection.
Shes no where near perfect. Shes a wreck.
Then she meets a girl that takes her breath away. She makes her forget about her crush, her dad, her depression, and the series of deaths shes endured. She makes her heart pound in her chest and her palms feel sweaty, she makes her want to destroy the box she's spent her whole life in, she makes her want to feel again, after so many years of being numb because of the pain

This girl is totally off limits, and falling for a straight girl is a surefire way for heartbreak.
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"But Leah, I'm straight" she whispered inches from my lips. I could feel her breath against my mouth.

"So is spagetti till its wet," I replied smirking as I pressed my lips to hers.
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Trigger warning: includes mentions of suicide, death, drug use, abuse, homosexuality, examples of homophobia, and explicit content.