Hi, my name is Valerie, and this is my story.
This isn't gonna be some cliché story where I hide all of my problems from you. No, this isn't a story with secrets. It's a story about a girl, who faces the real world. You may think I'm the perfect sister, with a perfect face, a perfect body and a perfect personality, just because my brother is famous. But that's not the case here. I'm not going to lie, I selfharm, I starve myself, I get panic attacks and I probably have anxiety. He doesn't know a thing, no one does. This isn't anything beautiful, it isn't romantic, it's a tragedy. Causing pain upon youself isn't romantic nor beautiful, it's a hell. Once you're in, the chance of getting out is small. It exists, but it's a really small chance, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to get out of this evil cycle.
This is my story about how I try to find a reason to live.
Copyright to me, I don't know how to write that little special c in a ring but yeah. :)
"Would you like Ashton to be your brother sweetie?" I remember my mom asking me when I was only five. I nodded my head vigorously; who wouldn't want their best friend to become their sibling? That was 12 years ago, but things haven't changed much other than the fact that our parents are married. Ashton is the best brother I could ask for and I know he loves having me as his sister. Now it's time to meet his band, and all I can do is hope for the best.