Something Close to Normal

Something Close to Normal

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Hi. My name is Delthea. Delthea Jones. I have what most people would describe as a perfectly normal life. From the outside looking in that is. I was your typical high school student. I had a small circle of friends, I went to movies, hung out at the beach and did all the things that ordinary teenagers do. My family was picture perfect. I was a happy normal teen. Until I wasn't. One day I was the fun-loving girl next door, although a little shy and rough around the edges, then a wave of mental health illness destroyed life as I knew it. I couldn't make heads or tails of the life I now lived. But I'm hoping, and praying, as I attempt to navigate the new map that mental health has created for me, that maybe I'll find a road somewhere close to recovery. Maps have those...Right?
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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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