I can remember back when things were okay.
Back when the world honestly made sense.
Where I would go to bed at 9:30 at night, and get up at 4:45 in the morning to get ready for school.
Where I had friends.
Where I felt sane.
I remember the day things changed as well.
The day that the whispers behind my back started.
The day my 'best friends' stopped talking to me.
The first time I cut myself.
When I started drinking.
The day I started to see him in the hallways; when I knew deep down that he wasn't really there.
I remember the day I lost it all; and officially went crazy.
June 28, 2010.
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FairyTale Ending
Teen FictionAliyah Mahone has had a hard time since her brother committed suicide. She's turned to drugs, alcohol, anything to get him off of her mind. She stumbles across a strangely unique boy on the Internet. As the pair become closer, is this what Aliyah ne...
