Miserable at Best
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  • Reads 6,851
  • Votes 120
  • Parts 46
  • Time 6h 36m
Ongoing, First published Jan 18, 2015
Mature
My name is Amanda Jean Henderson. I'm a silent, typical, ordinary girl next door in the neighborhood, aging twenty-one and currently living with my abusive father who only knows giving misery in my life.
That's all you need to know about me, because I don't have any other good things to tell you about my life. I'm a full fucked up shit who keeps on surviving in this world.
It's all that I could say about me. For I don't even know my real self anymore.., But I don't think so he does the same... Because he somewhat knows more about me... Than what I know about myself... And I think... I think it's getting out of his hands now...
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MONSTER

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Books In The Series Order: Survivor (1) Monster (2) Murderer (3) ________________________________________ S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them. ______________________________________________ [ This book was written when I was in a deep state of derealization, so it may seem kind of off? Idk ] WARNING : - Past Sexual Assault [PTSD] - GORE/HORROR/DISTURBING DESCRIPTION - SLIGHT NSFW - ADULT SUBSTANCES/ TOXINS / LANGUAGE ... START OF BOOK : 6 / 5 / 22 END OF BOOK: 8 / 17 / 22 [ FINISHED ]