The Day I Died in my Sleep.

The Day I Died in my Sleep.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Apr 10, 2016
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Me and one of best friend are in the same class. She has not had the best home life. I would say we have a similar backgrounds. Here is a list of the many things that are in common We both have a parent who is a drunk Both of us love Wattpad Last but not least our other parent have moved on. {step mom, step dad} This may not seem like much but it is to us. With the drunk parents become drunk mistakes, oh I don't know like children or maybe getting eloped out of no where to your stupid step father. I guess what I'm trying to say is this fuels hate and sadness and those two don't go together. This is the story that I died and got revenge for all of that sadness but, the way I died is a mystery that will reveal it self at the end. I could see her chugging the huge bottle of Captin Morgan. Dose she have no regards to how that will effect her body. I guess not especially since I just Died. Hello I'm Robin and this is my story of how I died trying to help someone I love.
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In and out. In and out. Step by step. Keep moving. This is all I think about. I feel empty since my perfect world crashed and burned. My mom died of cancer when I was twelve. A year later my father became a raging alcoholic. My brother became a party animal and a player. Sure he checked up on me, but never noticed the fake smile and the bruises under my make up. Behind that smile, Cass is broken. Behind the happy face, hides emotional scars. She is broken, abandoned, and bruised. She tells herself to keep moving, but her steps are slowing. She can't find a point to keep living until the boy next door peaks her interest. Can he help her find her true self again? Will he fill the missing parts of heart? Can she keep breathing in a world that is trying to suffocate her? THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK ON WATTPAD. YES, IT IS REALLY CRAPPY. I KNOW. WARNING: Contains scenes of self harm and suicidal tendencies. Also contains sexual scenes.

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