Just Imaginary

I can't imagine what it must have been like for my mother to find me lying there, or what she thought about the empty Ziploc bag that used to be full of every kind of pill imaginable. Or the blood that dribbled down the white sink, making long crimson trails down the drain. The blade of the pencil sharpener I'd taken apart, was still resting in my palm.

How long did it take her to find me?

I didn't even lock the door.

And where the hell was my dad? Probably two nostrils deep in a pile of blow off of Lena's left tit. I guess none of that matters when you're lying on the bathroom floor in a puddle of your own vomit.

I know what you're wondering. I asked myself that same question.

How the hell did I end up here?

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Nova hoped that entering a new school for her freshman year might give her a chance at a fresh start. However, since her father is a drug addict and her mother is in the sex industry, keeping her family's indiscretions a secret, proves to be impossible. She is left to fight against the social ties that bind a poor street kid with a bad reputation.

When she meets a mysterious bad boy, she is sent spiraling down a path that will have her questioning her own integrity and even her sanity. She wants desperately to follow a better path than her parents, but how can she when forces beyond her control are keeping her stuck?