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Broken Miracles
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Ongoing, First published Apr 07, 2025
Mature
Jenevive was only 11 when her dad overdosed leaving her and her 17 year old sister to fend for themselves in this world. After years of tournament and abuse the ending only made things inside Jen spiral while her older sister Elsa only grew up quicker trying to build a better life for her and Jen but trouble doesn't stop it only begins
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"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫!" 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. "𝐎𝐢 ! 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐮𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐥' 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡, 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑘𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛? 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠? Will AVA SEBASTIAN be able to survive with the lives around her somehow entangled ?
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Content Warning: This story contains themes of abuse, mental illness, blood, and drug use. Reader discretion is advised. If any of this feels familiar or personal, please know you're not alone. Feeling overwhelmed or emotional doesn't make you weak-it makes you human. If you're going through something and don't have anyone to talk to, you can always message me. My DMs are open on Instagram @thegoob_first. No judgment. Just someone who's willing to listen. ⸻ People say it gets better. That pain is temporary. That if you just "hold on," things will change. But I've been holding on so tight my hands are bleeding, and nothing's changed- except me. I'm thirteen, and I'm already tired. Not just sleepy. I mean tired in my bones. Tired of pretending school matters. Tired of dodging fists and fake smiles. Tired of being the leftover twin. Kevin was the one people loved. The loud one. The brave one. He used to say we were two halves of the same storm. But he's gone. Drowned in a river we weren't supposed to be near. And I'm still here. Alone. Sometimes I wonder if the wrong twin died. And some days, I know it. My mom won't look at me the same. My dad's fists speak louder than his words. And me? I gave up a long time ago. So I did what you're not supposed to do. I ended it. Only-I didn't. Because I woke up. Again. Same day. Same weight in my chest. Same pain. Now I can't even die right. But then I met her. Skye. And suddenly, dying isn't the hardest part anymore. Living is.