Violet was considered the basic average adult, had a good paying job, a nice family, a car, a house of her own and much more. But there was something off about her. Somewhere in her brain, something wasn't right. But she never faced it. Convinced herself it was normal... until she talked to a therapist and was diagnosed with OCD; obsessive compulsive disorder. A mental disorder in which people have unwanted and or repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, sensations, and or behaviors that drive them to do something over and over again. She was prescribed anxiety medication to relax her brain. She had everything under control...
That was until she met Clementine. A young girl with brown hair, the perfect hazel eyes, the prettiest caramel skin, and they most perfect smile.
That's when she lost it again.
Stopped taking her meds and started obsessing, fantasizing about her day and night, watching all of her social media platforms and every single move she made.
Hopefully, it won't tear them apart.
A car accident that resulted two deceased and one survivor. 8 year old Clementine survived while her parents didn't. Some felt pity while others thought it was unfair.
From being put in foster care to getting adopted by a man named Lee and his wife, Carley.The love and support is what she needed to stand right back up.
Things were looking good for the brunette but just like everything else, nothing lasts.
Warning- Contains18+ content. This story deals with depression, suicide, gore, etc.
Pic: My tattoo referencing Clem, Violet and Louis🧡💜💚