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Demons
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 7, 2015
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Romance
This is a cute lil heart warming love story about a girl and a boy in their teens. No but lets get to the REAL description. A girl named Cassidy Miles is bullied in school. her father committed suicide and her mother blames her for his death. She was kidnapped at the age of 13 and held for a year. She is 16 now and continues to self harm and cry herself to sleep. her mother is a aging alcoholic, and Cassidy doesn't talk. Not at school not at home she doesn't talk.Until one day she meets someone who she might be able to open up to. I don't want to give too much away so I will stop there. Most things are explained in the first of second chapter so I hope you enjoy. This is my second post on wattpad or basically anywhere so hope you guys can excuse my bad writing.WERNIN: OK so this is pg-13 cause it has mildly strong language, and talks about mature content like rape, abuse, suicide, and things like that.
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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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