~COMPLETED~
*DISCLAIMER: Now, this is just a fanfiction. I don't think any of this would really happen in real life. The main character, Mia, is portrayed to be a bit psycho, so bare with me.*
"Harry." I sigh, still freaking out. "Now, you don't know some things about me.. Some bad things."
"What?" He's starting to get angry.
"When I was a teenager.. I was stupid, okay?" I start to cry. "I was into drugs, I was an alcoholic.. I sliced my wrists everyday because the pain became so unbearable."
Karen watches me tell this story. She's the only one who knows my story other than my mom.
"I was into parties, I was practically a slut. As if." I sob, remembering every detail. "I would go to parties, get drunk, get high. Then, I would go somewhere with this guy Josh.
"We were dating or whatever, but he was also my drug dealer. I owed him money, lots of it. But since we were dating, he said it was fine. Well, we broke up and disappeared.
"I got sober, I checked into rehab. When I came out, not even a month later, I met you. I was so scared that I was going to fall back into my habits. That's why whenever we went to parties ourselves, I wouldn't drink alcohol."
"So.. You lied to me about your whole life?" He asks.
"I didn't want you to think different of me. And now he's after me! He's got Karen and now he's coming to get me!" I sob even harder.
*Wattpad deleted my original and i have literally no idea why. There was no smut, rasicm,eating disorders, or anything triggering in my story except violence and some mild swearing. There are so many stories on this app that actually go against the guidlines and they took mine down :(
Thankfully I have the Sequal backed up on another app i use for writing and can put it back up. Im still sad howver I was working so hard to finish it. I also want to let yall be aware despite the Maturity tag theres no real spice in this story. I put the mature tag on so they didnt come for me if they thought something was to descriptive. Anyways the real description:*
"Let me fucking go you asshole!" The man had an Iron grip on my arm as he lead me through the hospital doors.
All the nightmares, the feelings of something wrong came at me in a flash.