A/N: this is my first story and if it's too depressing for anyone please just don't read I've just been writing this for a long time and I've been wanting to post it.
Prologue
She was sitting on the chair, the one she sits on every Thursday at 5 holding her hands. It was a hard week and an especially hard day but she held it in like she always does. Finally she breaks down unsure of where she is at in life, unsure of who she is, unsure of what to do to stop the pain. She still cuts her legs up and scratches her arms till they bleed and no one seems to care as much as she thought. She has her mom always asking if she's okay but how is she suppose to tell her own mother that she doesn't want to live anymore, she'd just much rather be buried 6 feet deep in the ground.
It was only her junior year in high school and she is so close to giving up on life and everything she has. She's been through a journey of love, hate, pain, and many mixed emotions. She was doing good, getting better, her cutting stopped and started eating more but she fell apart and all her progress crumbled in only 3 days. It was the most heartbreaking thing to see, a young 17 year old girl wanting nothing to do with this world and the people in it. She looked so beautiful at school, but people didn't notice her smile so fake, her eyes filled with so much pain, or her soul so tired and exhausted. It all just looked normal.
What was she gonna do. How is she supposed to love herself when everyone just want to use her for one thing or another.
Does she really deserve better then the men she has had? Does she really deserve better friends who aren't so fake? Does she deserve anything more? Is she really worth real love?