~Fix Me, I'm not Broken~

~Fix Me, I'm not Broken~

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*!!!WARNING: TRIGGERING CONTENT: CUTTING, INSOMNIA, PURGING, DEPRESSION, PTSD, ANOREXIA, RAPE, AND MORE!!!* ~Don't read if triggered easily~ Harley Chevelle was scared, she was scared of herself. She was a model, with a beautiful body, a pretty face, and the biggest puppy dog brown eyes that anyone could imagine. She may have been beautiful, but just because she was beautiful doesn't mean that she didn't have a horrible, abusive past. Just because she was beautiful, doesn't mean she didn't have Severe Depression, Anorexia, Insomnia, and PTSD. Cole Drain was emotionless. He wasn't scared, he was the opposite of scared. He never cried, he hasn't cried since he was young. He laughed, he smiled, but inside he felt nothing but anger. Anger was the only emotion he felt, the only one he could feel. He was a man who just didn't care. Because Harley came from a bad past, she can't love. Because Cole is emotionless, he can't love. ... Or can they?
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"I smile everyday. I live my life like nothing is wrong with me. No one would ever guess that I'm screaming inside or that I've secretly been hiding this huge part of my life. No one would ever know that I cry myself to sleep at night or that deep down I'm starving for help." Welcome to Anorexia. Your hostess is Ana. She'll take over from here. Suffering alone inside of your mind from a terrifying mental disorder, is something that even those who battle such a thing every day, cannot fully understand. It's like being alone 24/7 yet it's never quiet inside of your head. You can't stop the voices. You can't control your emotions. As it gets worse, you lose control of your body all together. You become prey to your disease and You can't fight back. That is what it's like for someone who has spent years of their life suffering in silence from an eating disorder. Fighting a monster that you have no chance of beating. It's almost impossible to describe the type of torture that consumes your mind. Hell. It's equivalent to pure hell.

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