Me, Myself, and I

Me, Myself, and I

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Gracie Styles was just a normal girl. She'd always had this imaginary friend named Delilah, but they thought she was long gone. Until she turned twelve. Her cousin Harry was hauled off to the Crazy House and dark thoughts clouded her mind. soon they became so dark she needed a whole other mind to hold all the dark thoughts. That's when Delilah started to seem real. Gracie shoved all of her bad thoughts to Delilah and began to think she had an evil twin sister. But that was just her Multiple Personality Disorder she'd never been told about taking a turn for the worse. How will she survive in a mental institution only half of her belongs in?
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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