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Happy Little Grace

Happy Little Grace

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She slowly opened the drawer and took out the blade and notes she had wrote months ago. She sat the notes on the floor beside her and brought the blade up to her wrist. She slide the blade across her wrist and kept cutting in the same spot till she thought it was enough. She swung open the drawer and grabbed three or four bottles of pills. She untwisted on of the caps and dumped the pills in her mouth and swallowed them. She opened up another bottle and swallowed them too. She was about to dump the next bottle in her mouth, "Open the door!" They yelled, Hannah. She couldn't think, her head pounded, making her drop the full bottle of pills on the floor, them going everywhere. She felt something wet on her skin and looked to the side, blood dripping out of her cut, blood all over the floor. Suddenly, the door bursted open. Hannah's panicked face was the last thing she saw before everything went black.
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Warning! Lots of smut, violence and course language throughout the story! When Wren is admitted to a psychiatric care facility, she meets nineteen year old Bellamy Dalton and their relationship is rocky to say the least but when Wren mysteriously wakes up in Bellamy's apartment one morning she is stuck with the question if how she got there and if she should stay. Fighting the connection between the two of them they must decide whether to work through their respectful issues or go their separate ways... ----- He had me sitting on the bathroom counter within seconds and I felt his large hands travel up between my thighs. His fingers were between my folds, running up and back gentle at an agonising pace and covering me in warm trickling liquid. "Fuck-" I moaned against his lips as he nicked my clit momentarily. "Is this what you wanted?" He hissed as my breath hitched and he plunged his fingers deep into me. ----- Disclaimer, I wrote this when I was thirteen and had it sitting in my drafts for a year or two before I edited it a little. I kind of hate it now but anyways- hope y'all like it. It's also a pretty short book with a lot going on in only about 20 chapters but I still re-read it from time to time if I get bored, let me know what you think if you decide to read it :) #1 in neardeath | 31/07/21 #2 in neardeathexperience | 13/08/21 #8 in pyschward | 27/08/21 #9 in bpd | 25/02/22

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