They कहा 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 कहा they wouldn’t.They weren’t even trying to be supportive of me and help me, they called me a waste of अंतरिक्ष and someone would look to be in my shoes instead of on the सड़क, स्ट्रीट and alive. I couldn’t blame them...It was unfair to other people who...

Problems:

Heart:


“Miss दिल I’m going to ask आप one और time, and I’d like if आप told me the truth.”
My mind was some place else. I’ve been answering the same सवाल 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 अगला to him. The thing that made me the most sick was his eyes..So lifeless and dark and dull. Then the same सवाल shaped me back to reality.
“Miss Heart?” Her voice dark...