Hey! This is a really sad fanfiction and reallly drawn out, so stick with me!
I've always been known for the good head on my shoulders. Always the girl doing the right thing or the smart thing. Guess I can thank my mother for that.
Now, I don't know what I am.
If you ask some people the answers will be less than satisfactory. Slut. Bitch. Whore. All are horrible horrible names, but are they true?
Absolutely.
All the events that lead up to this moment right now are proof.
I lean my head against the bathroom wall as another rack of sobs escape me. The past few months run through my head and I raise my hand, looking at the pills cupped inside. Every sensible part of me screams for me to put it down, to back away and get help.
Then again, I don't have the best reputation in the whole logic category.
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