They said no one would read my story that I wrote that day, but someone did, and now I’m here. In this room with a stranger..They sent me away here to get better? Yeah right..I thought I was weird these girls are different..


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Fever:


My parents heard about my sadness from that paper at school...The one where no one was meant to read and said they wouldn’t.They weren’t even trying to be supportive of me and help me, they called me a waste of space and someone would look to be in my shoes instead of on the street and alive. I couldn’t blame them...It was unfair to other people who...

Problems:

Heart:


“Miss Heart I’m going to ask you one more time, and I’d like if you told me the truth.”
My mind was some place else. I’ve been answering the same question over and over again with the same answer. The light burned my eyes and my stomach twisted as I stared down at the picture once again. There he laded...Dead. His body torn and cut, with flesh and blood seeping out with a pool of blood laying next to him. The thing that made me the most sick was his eyes..So lifeless and dark and dull. Then the same question shaped me back to reality.
“Miss Heart?” Her voice dark...