Death One
She fondly remembers the first death as happening in the real world. A world full of stories that she escaped to whenever she could because reality wasn't cutting it for her. She longed for the times when her parents never yelled, when her body wasn't littered with bruises, when she didn't have to worry about hiding the scars on her arms.
Reality was harsh and she grew embittered. Fairytales didn't come true, there was no happy ending, and the magic of the world dies when you are a child.
She was sixteen when she decided enough was enough and made a few cuts a little too deep to fall asleep for what she thought would be the end…
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Death Two
And then she woke up. She went through this life numb. She had died and woken up wondering if this was punishment. This life couldn't be real. Her new parents were worriers. They wanted her to feel better, so the pills came and for a while she wasn't as numb.
Then her family moved to Lima, Ohio and the bullying started when she reached William McKinley High School. She spent a little too long staring at Quinn, at Rachel, at Mercedes and was quickly labeled "the gay chick". She couldn't help it, they weren't supposed to be real, and she wasn't supposed to be here. She ignored the part of her that wanted to join the Glee Club, but despite that- slushie facials, dumpster dives and graffitied lockers still became a daily part of her life.
The medicine stopped working, but she pretended for her new parents because they loved her and she had grown to love them. But Jacob decided to spread nasty rumors about her through his blog and the bullying grew ten times worse and she just couldn't handle it anymore than she could handle things the first time.
She was fifteen when she took too many pills and stumbled into her room, hoping she could be free when the darkness came to take her a second time.