Forsaken

Forsaken

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Ongoing2h 3m

Last published Tue, Mar 19, 2019

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"I was alone and lost with no sense of where or who I was. Thirst was crawling into my mouth as the sun singed the ground surrounding me. "Shit." I muttered to myself with my head in my hands. "Where the fuck am I?" I felt a growing weight in my heart that spread through my body. I was stuck here, alone. "I am going to die ." I whispered whilst panic spread through my veins." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sarah wakes up alone and abandoned onp an island with barely any recollection of who she is or how she got there. Eventually she finds other kindred spirits and together, they find a way to live and not just survive. Big thanks to my incredible editor Sarah and all my friends who let me use their lives as inspiration. Advised for 13 years and older because there is quite a bit of swearing Please Vote and Comment but most importantly Enjoy :D

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Content Warning: This story contains themes of abuse, mental illness, blood, and drug use. Reader discretion is advised. If any of this feels familiar or personal, please know you're not alone. Feeling overwhelmed or emotional doesn't make you weak-it makes you human. If you're going through something and don't have anyone to talk to, you can always message me. My DMs are open on Instagram @thegoob_first. No judgment. Just someone who's willing to listen. ⸻ People say it gets better. That pain is temporary. That if you just "hold on," things will change. But I've been holding on so tight my hands are bleeding, and nothing's changed- except me. I'm thirteen, and I'm already tired. Not just sleepy. I mean tired in my bones. Tired of pretending school matters. Tired of dodging fists and fake smiles. Tired of being the leftover twin. Kevin was the one people loved. The loud one. The brave one. He used to say we were two halves of the same storm. But he's gone. Drowned in a river we weren't supposed to be near. And I'm still here. Alone. Sometimes I wonder if the wrong twin died. And some days, I know it. My mom won't look at me the same. My dad's fists speak louder than his words. And me? I gave up a long time ago. So I did what you're not supposed to do. I ended it. Only-I didn't. Because I woke up. Again. Same day. Same weight in my chest. Same pain. Now I can't even die right. But then I met her. Skye. And suddenly, dying isn't the hardest part anymore. Living is.

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