Of Monsters and Men

Of Monsters and Men

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Oct 19, 2016
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I hadn't always been this way, you know. I hadn't always been the girl people were afraid to talk to because she couldn't talk back; or the girl people were afraid to be around because the pity in their hearts was just too great for them to deal with. I hadn't always been the lonely, awkward child, homeschooled by her parents because she no longer could attend the school she loved. Housebound, and at times if the pain was too deep, bedridden. I had been the socialite of the school, the center of attention. The girl every guy wanted and every girl envied. The it girl. ------------------------------------------- After her accident, Quinn had been deemed with her fate. Mute. Becoming severely depressed, she finds safety hiding in her room, but when her doctor recommends her to Brachtons Down and Out Center, for teens dealing with major depression after traumatic events, she thinks her life is over. And then she meets Miles, a man with an unbelievable backstory and a smartass sense of humor, as well as her mentor and "translator" through the program. There's just one catch. They hate each other.
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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