Darkness of grief

Darkness of grief

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At seventeen, Hope is living her life in darkness and poverty. After losing her parents at a young age, she became closed, strong and fiercely independent. Switching from foster homes becomes a daily basis, a schedule even. However, everything changed when she found herself in the home of a caring but poor foster home. There she found herself struggling to live and learnt how naive could she have been. How naive that she could even live in a world like this, a world full of death, murder and secret? How naive could she be to believe she lives the worst life someone could live? Embedded beneath her soul is words. Embedded beneath her mask of lies are her Father's dying words, "Live and don't cry." Those words are a mission, especially in this world, waiting to be unsuccessful. For a girl abiding by her Father's last words, she hasn't lost hope:yet. After all, how could she know a world so perfect and innocent could be wrecked? The dejection and pain she feels is unbearable, and she might even lose hope. Hope to live... ================================= NOT A CLICHE!!!!!!! CURRENTLY EDITIGG AND POSTING AT THE SAME TIMEE!!!
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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