Never Have I Ever....

Never Have I Ever....

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Senior Year; The last year of High School which is in between being an Adult and a Teenager. It's the end of the year, everyone is being immature. Partying, getting drunk, high. That's everyone. __________________________________ Except one clique, the people you called 'Nerds'. Because you did. They aren't like 'Everyone'. They would rather sit at home and watch Netflix all night and have a dairy-free sundae. Because that's who they are. ____________________________________ One of the 'Nerds', suggest they all have one last gathering as a Clique. A "Slumber Party". A night of Fun. Pillow fights, Movies, Truth or Dare. Sounds fun right? __________________________________ After a few hours into the "Slumber Party". One of the nerd's suggest they all play a game called; "Never Have I Ever". The first round it's all innocent and fun. But after that, it get's personal and secrets are revealed. Secrets that were never suppose to be revealed. Lies are exposed. Lies that weren't suppose to be known by anyone. _________________________________ Oh, you never have?
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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