Defeating the demons inside us.

Lecturas 125
Votos 19
Partes 5
Hora 14m

Lecturas 125
Votos 19
Partes 5
Hora 14m

*TRIGGER WARNING*
    This story contains mature content including
    -Swearing
    -Self Harm
    -Sexual References 
    -Suicide 
    -Drug use 
    If any of the above offend you or bother you in some way, please find another book.
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    Avery is a suicidal 16 year old girl. She's been at the same primary school and high school all her life, and she hates it. She gets bullied, verbally, physically and online. 
    This is her story, from the good times and the bad times and how she defeats the demons inside of her. 
    
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    Sneak peek...
    
    "Your fat and you know it" the mirror whispered to me and I slowly got undressed, it's true I'm fat "and hideous" it added, I know you don't need to keep on going. I kept arguing with the mirror, with myself but it was no use. They both just needed to remind me of all the flaws I have.  
    
    Until it all gets to much, the whispers, the stares, my ugliness and my way of never being able to change anything, I pull out my blade and slice my wrist, once, twice, three times and four.Todos los derechos reservados

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*TRIGGER WARNING*
    This story contains mature content including
    -Swearing
    -Self Harm
    -Sexual References 
    -Suicide 
    -Drug use 
    If any of the above offend you or bother you in some way, please find another book.
    ***
    Avery is a suicidal 16 year old girl. She's been at the same primary school and high school all her life, and she hates it. She gets bullied, verbally, physically and online. 
    This is her story, from the good times and the bad times and how she defeats the demons inside of her. 
    
    <><>
    Sneak peek...
    
    "Your fat and you know it" the mirror whispered to me and I slowly got undressed, it's true I'm fat "and hideous" it added, I know you don't need to keep on going. I kept arguing with the mirror, with myself but it was no use. They both just needed to remind me of all the flaws I have.  
    
    Until it all gets to much, the whispers, the stares, my ugliness and my way of never being able to change anything, I pull out my blade and slice my wrist, once, twice, three times and four.

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