Don't You Worry About Me
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Last published Wed, Sep 23, 2015
Elliot Fletcher always knew what he was. He didn't want, he didn't care and he certainly didn't love.
Perhaps he was just a shell.
However, one day in gusty, cold october, a girl moved the lonely, deserted house next door. There was something strange about her; she seemed different. Maybe it was the sad, pained expression that always hovered behind her sky blue eyes. Maybe it was the way she ran her finger down lines on her wrists to make her feel something.
Maybe she didn't feel at all.
Could she be the one who stayed with him?
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Ava Davies didn't know who she was. All she knew was that she wanted to be dead.
But, one day after her parents left their home in New York and moved across the country to this place she met a boy. He was alone, even surrounded by others. He was angry and rude, violent. It seemed that the only thing that kept him breathing was his fists pound into a man's face, making him bleed. He was almost as messed up as she was.
Could he be the one who saved her?
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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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