Call Me CryBaby

Call Me CryBaby

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Melanie Martinez
"You don't understand. Don't leave me here alone with my thoughts. They're dangerous." When mysteries started to pile up, Hayley's mission was to uncover them all. When a killer came along, terrorizing her, she was determined to find out who was behind all of these. She lost her family, She lost her friends, Will she loose herself too? Or will she defeat the killer? But little did she know, 'Some things are better left unsaid'. A/N: THIS BOOK CONTAINS VIOLENCE & INTENSE DETAILED MURDERS. EVERYTHING IN THIS BOOK ARE 100% FICTION. Read at your own risk. • • • Thriller | Mystery | Horror + Melanie Martinez's fan fiction. _____ Do not copy or translate. 100% originally my idea. Stealing other people's work will be reported. ~Sincerely yours, P.L
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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