Frustration.

Frustration.

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Every school has that one kid who doesn't fit in, and no, I'm not talking about the emo kid with black hair and oversized bracelets sat in the back. I'm talking about the one who everyone knows yet no one seems to understand or get along with. Know who I'm on about? Yeah. In our school, there was this boy called Asher. Tall, quiet, lean yet muscular, kept to himself. He smoked, he drank - that was obvious - but for the most part he didn't bother anyone. Girls found him attractive, but were often too scared to go near him. It was normal, at first Then, one day, he suddenly turned into a complete and utter psycho. Let me tell you.
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Maya

Maya has spent five dreadful months in the psychiatric hospital recovering. Once she finally is released she is forced back into her boring life. But will things really be so boring still when she meets 'bad-boy' Noah Dalton? He is annoying, rude and always around Maya for reasons she can't understand. Maya is brave, yet also afraid that her choices could lead her spiralling back into a bad place again. Will Noah be able to save her from herself? Or will he be the cause of her destruction? ---------------------------- ~Noah's pov~ 'These,' I slowly run my finger across one of her scars, 'are fucking beautiful.' Before she can object, I carry on. 'Maya you are beautiful beyond perfection. You are strong. You are brave. You are funny. You are sweet. You are incredible. Look at yourself,' I nod down towards the scars on her arm and she slowly glances down at them before meeting my gaze again, 'those scars are beautiful. Do you know why?' I ask her. She wipes a tear from her already tear-stricken face before she shakes her head. 'Because every time you decided to do that to yourself, you didn't go further, you didn't end your life. You decided to carry on living even when you thought you couldn't manage it. Those scars right there,' I gesture to them again, 'show the battles you won against yourself. They are your battle-scars and you shouldn't be ashamed of them. And you know what? I am so proud of you for making it to where you are today because you are a fighter and If I can see that, anyone can.'

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