Some Nightmares Have No End

Some Nightmares Have No End

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Mystery
Do you ever really know how to be an adult? Or do we all just pretend to know what we are doing our whole lives? This is the same question that passes through Adaline Blounts mind every day. Adaline is now almost 25, but spends most of her time working and taking care of her disabled mother. She pretends to be fine to everyone around her including her best friend Kayla, but she has a dark past and a father who is looking for her... How long can someone pretend to be fine before they break? And If no one is around, does the shatter make a sound? (Based on a true story, some is fictional or enhanced for entertainment purposes, any names or places are simply a coincidence.) (TRIGGER WARNING!!! This story will contain very triggering material. Including but not limited to Child Abuse, bulimia, mental/physical abuse, drugs, ptsd, anxiety, depression, suicidal ideation, attempt at suicide, death) 2000 words and counting!
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