Deceitful Lies
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- Votos 7
- Capítulos 3
I woke up in an enclosed place with my hands tied up to a chair with darkness all over the room with no light not even the sun could be seen.
"Get me out of here"I shouted struggling to get my hands off the rope when I heard a voice
"You are not going anywhere bambina..... you're mine now"
"Who are you?"
"You'll get to know me soon...."
Meet Valerie Culver
A twenty one year old innocent and naive girl with anxiety problems and no self esteem. A girl who can never be good enough for her father. A girl who is bullied by her twin sister.
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard
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