Between The Lines Of Feeling And Emotion

Between The Lines Of Feeling And Emotion

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Jo cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to get some sort of bloodshed, it was her drug. Kaz cuts to, just like jo. Except she does it for show. She likes the feel of the razor, the look of the blood pooling. The designs... She loves the way she looks with the tiny scars everywhere. The feel of them under her skin. Kaz has friends, and a not so normal roommate whitch shes suprised they even let stay with her. Now they're both at ocean sands; a "residential treatment facility" in South Padre Island, along with teens struggling through the same things. Among others. Jo doesn't want anything to do with any of then, she won't even speak. But she can only stay silent so long.
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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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