My Mind
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Nadia meaning Hope is the youngest of many siblings. Secretly fighting her own mind and trying to figure out a recent diagnosis all while going to one of the best music colleges in London. Having moved out of her family home to bunk with a new friend in the school dorms she goes by Sage. Studying three subjects and working part time one class changes her life when she meets one of her favourite celebrity's and manages to become friends? After the next class Nadia gets a phone call that changes her life for both the better and the worse. How will Nadia keep her mental issues a secret and is it really the best thing for her as her career in the music industry starts to kick off adding more stress and anxiety to her life.
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𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 (𝐚𝐝𝐣.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ──── ୨୧ ──── ⠀ ⠀ Now, sitting here beside Niall, I realize he doesn't know that. He doesn't know that I carry that song like a bruise. He doesn't know why I felt the need to change the subject so bad on Friday night when he played that song by the fire. He just knows me as the girl who laughs when he tickles her and spins on gym mats. ⠀ ⠀ And maybe that's... okay. I'm much more okay with him seeing me as that kind of person, because to him I'm not broken or bruised. I'm just normal. I've never been normal before. ⠀ ⠀ Because for the first time in a long time, the memory of Micah doesn't hurt as much. It's still there - it always will be - but it feels softer around the edges. ⠀ ⠀ Niall shifts beside me, his voice breaking through the haze. "You ever get that feeling like... you're right where you're supposed to be?" ⠀ ⠀ I look over at him, his face flushed, eyes tired but bright. ⠀⠀ "Sometimes," I whisper. ⠀ ⠀ He smiles faintly. "Yeah. Me too." ⠀ ⠀ We lie there a little longer, not saying much. The lights flicker slightly overhead. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I believe, that everything happens for a reason. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I am meant to be here. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ For some reason.

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