The Anger Within - Teenage Novel - Psychological Thriller

My body felt cold, I could feel the heavy rain bashing itself against my docile skin, if only my story had a lovely ending, where all was okay and calm, where we could still make dandelion wishes, play in cold rivers, run in cornfields and hold hands with your friends while laughing under the warm sunset. But, unlike other stories, my ending is deemed to be beautiful in the most hurtful ways.
When your story is a pale body with marks and crimson that's when you decide how your book ends. Accept I didn't, he did...