75 Years of Pain.
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  • Reads 15,004
  • Votes 80
  • Parts 5
  • Time 14m
Ongoing, First published Aug 29, 2012
My Names Camilee Fitzgerald. I was born on the 17th of November 1997. When I was born I was diagnosed with a curious case that makes my appearance much older to my real age. For example, when I was 5 my appearance was like an 75 year old.. and as the years go by and the older I get by my real age the younger I look. Doctors said I will die when I reach 0 years of age. I was bullied as a child. No one excepted me. No one to tell my story to.. they looked at me as if I was a monster.. and the worst thing is.. I fall in love Jacob Rowe. The boy who put me through so much pain as a child. Some say not to hold grudges but if you were in my position, you'd understand..
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WHAT COMES AFTER THE END OF THIS

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Prepare to live. Prepare to die. And mostly prepare to fall in love. An age old High school, a seemingly age old forbidden romance. But will it remain as typical when life for Yrene Jones seems to be taking a new turn every passing second? Read to follow Yrene's journey as she tackles the obstacles through and through. Prepare yourself for the most epic love triangle since the Salvatore brothers and Elena Gilbert; prepare yourself for Yrene Jones, Jason Dawfield and Chase Drew. Cheers! *excerpt* "Answer me goddamit!" He sounded pained and enraged but I too was not going to fall for his shit. Ignoring the sparks I still felt shooting where my arm connected with his hand I backed into the wall. "Why the fuck do you care Chase? Huh? What is it to you if I live or die? Why can't you let me be?" I screamed this at him in a rush of fury, not realising how the gap between us had minimised to zero and how our angry bodies were almost touching, our faces inches apart. "I don't know why I fucking care Yrene, but I do!" He sounded so pained and broken, as if every word was an effort, "So let me care for you! Let me help you get through whatever it is you're facing! You're not fucking alone in this, look around you for once! There are people who care for you! I care for you!" My heart begins to pound uncontrollably in my chest after hearing this but I don't let it show, "But you're just too stubborn to let anyone help you!" He too screams this at me in pure, hot, frustration and I hang my head low with shame. He was right but he had no right to be right. *** There are many errors of tense in this story and I will fix them the moment I complete it. warning: contains mature language and triggering themes. Reader's discretion advised.