'Cause you're my Mississippi Princess
You're my California Queen
Like the Duchess of De-

"What?" She snapped into her phone.

"Hi honey, I just wanted t-" She hung up without letting the person finish their sentence. Groaning in frustration, she threw her Blackberry Storm on the floor of the car, not giving a crap if it broke. When had she become so angry? She wasn't sure. Sometime after camp last summer, the loneliness just caught up with her. Her normal outgoing personality no longer existed, having been replaced with someone who isolated them self from the world.

The depression started to kick in when the loneliness started to get to her. No amount of counseling could get her through it, and she just gave up on life. She no longer saw a reason to live. She didn't take her medications, only allowing her to sink further into the darkness that she felt.

Cutting was something she never meant to do, it just happened. It was one of her usual breakdowns, and as usual she got in the shower so no one could hear her cry. Before she knew what she was doing the razor was in her hand and she slashed it across her wrist. It wasn't very deep; no blood was coming out. But that small scratch left her wanting more, so she did it again. And again, and again. Pressing deeper each time. By the time she got out of the shower, she had seven new marks on each wrist, from the base of her hand to the back of her elbow. For days she regretted it, hating herself for sinking that low. But when the regret wore off, she longed to do it again. So she did. It became an addiction; every time the razor pressed against her skin, she was reminded that she was still alive, and the temporary pain distracted her from her life.

When she first sank into depression, she couldn't stop eating. She would try to eat away the pain. But then she noticed how much weight she was gaining, only making the pain worse. And then with her nonexistent desire to live came her nonexistent desire to eat. Occasionally, she would eat an apple or low-fat yogurt if she got really hungry. But she avoided food as much as she could. Eating was something she had control over, and she wanted to make her own decision about it. She pretty much lived off of water and diet spray. After gaining weight from her endless eating, she started running. Every day, for at least 3 miles. And not jogging, running. Next to cutting, it was her second best way of escaping the pain. It was like she was running from her problems.

"Miss? We're here." The driver announced from the front of the black SUV. She picked up her phone and threw it in her bag, throwing it on her shoulder as she stepped out of the car. She looked around at all the campers, hearing only happy voices as they caught up with friends or talked with new ones. She spotted many familiar faces, but one look at her and you would never recognize her. Her hair was long, black, and straight. A thick line of black surrounded her eyes. She was a few inches taller with a slightly athletic build from running, and her skin had a deep tan with a sun kissed look. The large black hoodie, plain white tee, dark skinny jeans and black Chucks she was wearing were much different from her old style.

As her driver took her luggage to the cabin she would be staying in, she slowly strolled around the camp. People looked at her and whispered, wondering who she was. But she paid no attention to them, feeling numb and not caring about anything as always. One person recognized her though. Word spread like wild fire.

This girl was Tess Tyler.

Soooo basically just an intro

I wrote something like this for school and decided it would be a good story

Annnnnnd yeah

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