Shots. Gun shots. Blood. So much blood. Black. Fading. Save me. "I tried hard to cope with the loss of my mother, but now I just feel anger." Trigger Warning: This NaNoWriMo project contains themes of depression, suicide, mental illness, drugs, self harm, and sexual abuse. If you can't handle the above, please be cautious while reading. This novel is written as an awareness for depression and mental illnesses, the causes, and how it affect people's lives not to romanticize it and make it seem that nothing is wrong. —Won't be edited till the end of December—All Rights Reserved
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