Take a Pill  {H.S}

Take a Pill {H.S}

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Harry Styles
re·hab ˈrēˌhab/. -a course of treatment for drug or alcohol dependence, typically at a residential facility. My name is Summersjoy Whitiker. That's where I am.. Yeah isn't something I would've ever expected me to end up. Main reasons I'm here is is for drugs, attempt of suicide, I've been raped and to add to that I'm.... bi·po·lar /bīˈpōlər/. -(of psychiatric illness) characterized by both manic and depressive episodes, or manic ones only. Yeah I'm pretty messed up and not in a good place. But one person really helps me want to change it al, around. Harry Styles a sweet guy who ends up going to the school I'm transferred to. He really gives me the need the change. But the thing is. Am I really willing to give up all my addictions and fears for a boy I just met?
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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