jesus x reader

I woke up in the morning, stretching tired out of every brain cell I still had left. Today I'm on my way to go put in an application at Tenessee University. I push my blonde hair up and out of my face, the roots untouched. They're currently brown needing to be touched up. My hair's long coming down to the bottom of my breasts. I adore having my hair, truly. Unfortunately though, part of it is the fact that it keeps falling in my face all the time. Consistently. So I decided to throw it up in a messy bun for now. Like I had done millions of times. Even earned myself a lot of views on TikTok, doing a tutorial on TikTok for the style. First things first I decided to clean up my home from the day before. Children's toys everywhere from my niece. As well as ice cream spoons and ice cream tubs near the couch. As well as my bed. From my nightly breakdown.

I am not the writer of this story the original writer is born2besad this is just a reupload. If sad at any point wants me to take it down I will.

I did not write this it is just another copy of The Forest Fic. If you're easily triggered DO NOT read this. If you do read this, have your tissues ready.

My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

Sorry I wrote this when I was 13 I KNOW ITS SHIT WHY DO YOU PEOPLE LIKE THIS?? Never mind I can't judge I wrote it.

!!! will edit once I'm free !!! n. this is a work of fiction, and any similarity with other works is purely coincidental. excuse grammatical errors and misspellings, English isn't my first language.

I'm very sorry ;-; I did not make this I just copied and pasted it I don't make that many spelling errors Geesus

This will be a Dabihawks Tickletober book. I had a sudden motivation to write this. I have never written something like this before, so sorry if anything is weird. There might be some grammar mistakes since English is not my first language.

I'm so sorry if you press on this. I was not intending on destroying your will to live. The only way I was able to write this is because mine's already been destroyed.