an: well, it's spring break right now, and i felt like posting up another one of these. i'm sorry if i'm starting to get a little more angsty, haha.

enjoy lovely! :-)

Dylan Marvil always remembered her years as dark. There was no beauty in the darkness. There was only pain and sorrow and regret. That was Dylan Marvil's life.

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Cause: Kori Gedman pinched Dylan's belly fat and called it 'disgusting'.

Effect: She began skipping meals at the age of 12.

To people: she blamed hormones on her ever-changing mood swings.

In reality: she was showing signs of bipolar disease and she was hiding it well from everyone. Including herself.

Then: Dylan never believed in love, especially after her father left.

Now: Dylan never believed in love, especially after her father left.

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Dylan Marvil scoffed at the idea of Hannah Montana's "double life". Hannah Montana couldn't even touch Dylan's life.

Around friends, Dylan's eyes sparkled with humor and calling herself 'fat' was a daily, mindless joke.

Around her mother, she was Dyl-pickle, the young princess who still believed in the tooth fairy and thought that everything was beautiful. Dyl-pickle was the spitting image of her mother.

Around her teachers, Dylan was sarcastic but literate. She brought to class with her snide remarks on forgotten answers and professional ballpoint pens.

Around boys, Dylan was the charming but relatable ginger beauty queen. Her best weapon were her green cat-like eyes. If you caught Dylan staring at you, she wouldn't turn away, and you wouldn't either.

Around her stuffed animal Delilah, Dylan was vulnerable and insecure and broken. She spent hours holding the used teddy bear and crying into her head or strangling it when she was frustrated or cuddling it when she was lonely.

Dylan had more personalities than licks it took to get to the bottom of a Tootsie-Pop.

There was no control. Grab a French fry from her plate and be prepared to be ignored for the next week. If you don't reply to her text in less than two minutes, she'd feel ten times worst than she already did and she'd question why you hated her so much.

Her Facebook statuses were sometimes vague, sometimes way too detailed and sometimes drunken. Her Tumblr blog was black and white, sometimes with inspirational quotes, sometimes with girls with more cuts deeper than Dylan could brave.

Dylan fell in love with the idea of falling in love. Dylan was categorized into her own sexual appeal, gathering the attention of boys from all over New York. But only the blue/green-eyed boy caught her eye.

Cameron Fisher was Dylan's first everything. They were quite the opposite, but truly the same. They had so much going for them, but no one at the end. They were up and down and all around. They were Noah and Allie with 'We Found Love' by Rihanna as their song. They floated higher than the clouds and believed in moving mountains.

But Dylan succumbed to darkness. She always did. She was feeling worst than ever. She couldn't stop eating (3,000 calories every day for two weeks) and Claire bragged about getting another role in a movie. Her mother started dating her father's best friend and his daughter was a 5'9, size zero 19-year-old. Cam slowly started losing interest, choosing to hang out with his guy friends, claiming that Dylan's clingy attitude was starting to get overwhelming.

Dylan Marvil was never good enough.

And so the darkness

Took her.

Embraced her.

Became her.

And Dylan Marvil was finally good enough.

an: thank you for reading, and for reviewing, if you do :-)