A Thought of Heart

A Thought of Heart

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I am writing this as a view into my past for the girl I love. Although, the more I write the more I seem to invest in this story. So I am putting this story up as a way of expressing myself. Everything in this story is a representation of something in my past. This is a short story about emotion. I give emotions their own characters, names, feeling, and stories. These emotions all fight for control of the world the live in, and what they believe to be right. Also, this story tells of what happens when the outside world attacks these emotions peaceful and innocent world. Of how bad emotions can be chained, or grow strong. Most of all: this is a story of brothers, and of right and wrong; of choosing between light and dark, and the consequences of those choices. I do hope you all give me advice, for you are much better writers than me, and my last reason for writing this is to become a better writer. Thank you all!
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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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