Sixteen-year-old Eleanor Sommers feels like her world is falling apart. Her mental health is unravelling, her parents are divorcing, and she is left with caring for her younger brother while still attending school. Feeling isolated and overwhelmed, she unexpectedly finds comfort in Kit, the school's charming rugby and football star and the son of her mother's best friend.
Behind his confident façade, Kit is battling a hidden eating disorder, and as their lives intertwine he and Eleanor discover an unexpected connection. Together they confront their struggles, offering each other hope and strength. Set in modern England, this storey explores the weight of responsibility, the bond of friendship, the resilience of love, and the courage it takes to heal.
Highest Rankings
#1 in Journal
#41 in Sad Romance
#55 Comedy-Drama
#58 in Assault
#83 in ED
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This storey will reference mental health, mental illness(including but not limited to depression and anxiety), self harm, sexual assault, eating disorders, smoking, alcohol consumption, and substance abuse. Though these are heavy-hearted topics, nothing will be graphic.
Please, if for any reason, let me know if a theme is too uncomfortable or needs to be re-written, as I want to only shed light on these issues, not cause more harm.
You are not alone. If you or someone you know is struggling with mental health, there is help. For US residents, you can call 988 or visit nimh.nih.gov online. For UK residents, you can call 111 or visit mind.org.uk online.
"I love how innocent you act, but I know you're not."
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My dad had given me a simple journal that I thought I'd never use.
When I found out he died in a car crash, that next week, I decided to start writing all my feelings in it because I'm not really good at expressing them verbally.
My journal was full of decent thoughts... Well some were decent,
Until I met Dillon Taylor. He was the cocky, annoying, loud mouthed boy next door that wouldn't turn his music down if the queen of England walked in his room.
So one night, I finished my diary entry and fell asleep. I left the window open because it was hot. Bad idea. I heard some fiddling in my room so I turned on my lamp. Only to see that annoying boy from next door's body was halfway out my room window-- with my diary in his hand.