Life Decisions
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I starred at the five white pills in my palm. Tears slowly rippled down my cheeks and dripped onto my chest. This was my third day in a row doing just this. The house was completely empty, just like usual at this hour. A final warm tear trickled down my face and dripped on my black flannel.
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Rosalie is a high school student that lives at her best friend Brooke's house. She has a rough past and an exceptionally poor mental state. Michael, Brooke's brother is a hard ass that drinks a lot and doesn't seem to care about anything. Read on to find out whether these two can warm up to each other.
WARNING: This story may contain triggering plots that are unhealthy for some readers. If you suffer from depression or anorexia, please find help. This story also contains some language and mild sexual content that may not be appropriate for all readers.
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