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About a girl who registers herself into a mental hospital, to hope she gets the help she needs and ends up overcoming some of her worst fears, seeing the outside world in almost 4 months.
"This book is such a page turner and I can't get enough of this girl overcoming her fears to become the person she once was," -Hailey Goines; author of Paper
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"People don't kill people but they can kill themselves," I told Dr. Aldreck.
"But wouldn't that be killing a person if they killed themselves?" Scribbling down in his notebook, taking notes of what I'm saying considering I haven't had anything interesting to tell him in awhile.
"It's not considered killing if the person is already dead."
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I would like to thank my best friends, Hailey who is an author herself on wattpad, check out her book "Paper", and Jessica who encourages me to get a life, lol love you guys
But in honor of writing this book I want to dedicate this to my grandmother who commited suicide and didn't have the chance to get the help she needed. I love you MeMa.
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PROLOGUE: X: I don't have a name? I don't know who I am? I never have. Everyone calls me X like the letter. I live in a hospital for mentally ill people. But. I am not mentally ill. I never have been. I don't know why, or how I got here? But all I do know is that I don't deserve to be here but we all know why im really here its because they think i'm... different... Tana: I've always liked the colour red. Red, is for rage, and anger, but it also means love and roses. How I love roses. My name is....well i was never given one, my parents didn't care enough i suppose but everyone calls me Tana. I've been stuck in a hospital without knowing why? My sister couldn't take care of me so I was placed in this hospital? I've always wondered why? Sometimes I wonder why I have to be so...different... CA$H: My name is CA$H. No one knows my real name and no one ever will! I am taking that shit to my grave. I have been in this dumb ass facility for two years now. Because I'm supposedly Ill like they have to be high or something right. Because I am not crazy. I KNOW I'm not. I think they put me in here because I'm... different... Ian: "Sometimes, happy memories hurt the most." That is the worst quote ever. How can happy memories hurt and be sad? If I had true, real happy memories I would never complain. Because to have happy memories you need to have sad ones. The meaning of life, what does that even mean? What does anything mean anymore? Maybe they're all right. Maybe I am just too...different...
Falling Apart
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Maya
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G R A Y M E M O R I E S | ✔️completed (edited by me!)
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Scholar
[COMPLETED] [Warning: Strong language used throughout the book.] He put his hand over my notebook and the other over mine. I glared up at him, his golden brown eyes catching my attention. "I can't write like this," I pointed out. "Is this all you care about?" Ryan asked. I shrugged. "Not this specifically, but yeah, I care about my grades." Ryan smirked. I swallowed nervously but refused to break my stoic expression. He leaned closer to me, my heart pounding so hard against my chest it felt like it might break out and fall on the table between us. His mouth was right by my ear, and I could feel his warm breath when he spoke which sent shivers down my spine. "Well, aren't you a little a scholar?" *** The only things Alex Moris ever cared about were his grades and his sister. However, when the boy his sister likes, Ryan Smithe, makes things complicated and causes him to feel things he's never felt before, Alex realizes that, maybe, there's more important things in life than grades and scholarships. [Word Count: 40,216] [BoyxBoy] ~#14 in the "BoyxBoy" tag on 3/5/2019~ ~#14 in the "love" tag on 12/28/2018~ ~#8 in the "lgbt" and "lgbtq" tags on 1/4/2019~ ~#1 in the "loveislove" tag on 1/12/2019~ ~#31 in the "romance" tag on 2/10/2019~ ~#2 in the "BxB" tag on 3/9/2019~Complete
PROLOGUE: X: I don't have a name? I don't know who I am? I never have. Everyone calls me X like the letter. I live in a hospital for mentally ill people. But. I am not mentally ill. I never have been. I don't know why, or how I got here? But all I do know is that I don't deserve to be here but we all know why im really here its because they think i'm... different... Tana: I've always liked the colour red. Red, is for rage, and anger, but it also means love and roses. How I love roses. My name is....well i was never given one, my parents didn't care enough i suppose but everyone calls me Tana. I've been stuck in a hospital without knowing why? My sister couldn't take care of me so I was placed in this hospital? I've always wondered why? Sometimes I wonder why I have to be so...different... CA$H: My name is CA$H. No one knows my real name and no one ever will! I am taking that shit to my grave. I have been in this dumb ass facility for two years now. Because I'm supposedly Ill like they have to be high or something right. Because I am not crazy. I KNOW I'm not. I think they put me in here because I'm... different... Ian: "Sometimes, happy memories hurt the most." That is the worst quote ever. How can happy memories hurt and be sad? If I had true, real happy memories I would never complain. Because to have happy memories you need to have sad ones. The meaning of life, what does that even mean? What does anything mean anymore? Maybe they're all right. Maybe I am just too...different...
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