The Butterfly Project (EDITING NEW VERSION TO BE POSTED)

The blood trickled down my arm. I hissed at the pain from the cut in my wrist. Who knew they could be so sensitive? I sure as hell didn’t. But nevertheless, it almost felt good. The pain was so distracting; I couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything else.
Like the fact my mom died.
Or that my dad was abusive.
Or that my grades were slipping.
Or that I lost all my friends.
None of that mattered.
I got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my wrist, concentrating on the pain that the pressure brought. I stumbled into my room and collapsed onto my bed, already a little lightheaded from the blood loss. Soon, the world around me faded and I slipped into a deep sleep.

Ava Hunter is living a life that no one wants. A life in which no knows her pain and worse, no one cares. But what happens when a brown-eyed boy discovers everything? What happens when suddenly, someone cares?