You Broke Me First. ✔

You Broke Me First. ✔

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|TW| "I wasn't meant to be fixed, darling" St. Victoria's school, is one of the most prestigious and wealthy schools in America, from it's expensive buildings to there disciplined students, As one would think, isn't it so? This place can be fairytale for some and complete hell for one. There was one certain person who's life was complete hell there, Marylin Vesper. Tortured, abused, manipulated, and mentally and physically harassed. A person would think that's just a normal thing for a wealthy school and it's just a phase of teenagers but is it even? 20 years later, would she forgive the ones that once tortured and abused her? Obviously, she would take revenge or she will just sulk in her room, but nevertheless, The fate isn't hers or neither ours to choose :)
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