There's a girl

There's a girl

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There's a girl she doesn't know how to handle things everything's spiraling out of control... Sometimes she can convince herself she's not really alive... Maybe she's in a nightmare... ... And she can't wake up? You would never guess her secret if you knew her She hides it so well... She seems so happy... Do you want to know the secret? She cuts herself she doesn't know why and she doesn't understand why she resolved to it but one thing she does know... She can't stop But why? When she feels out of control... Overwhelmed with emotion... Cutting helps her calm down and able to think... But at the same time... When she feels numb... Empty... Cutting helps her feel alive even for a minute. She didn't have an easy childhood there were always arguments... Always giving.. Never receiving and she never felt good enough... Important enough who would care if I self harm? Everyone's better off without me that's what she told herself each day.
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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