Healing Their Scars

Prelouge

A/N- this prelogue is going to be placed with the last couple chapters of Sticks And Stones. To kinda refresh your memories. I changed/ made this part up though. THIS BOOK TAKES PLACE BEFORE THE EPOLOGUE OF THE FIRST BOOK. That is until I tell you different

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Chloe's POV

With the pills in my hand, I took them one by one. With the letters in the bag, I grabbed my phone. And opened up instagram. People needed to know this.

I began to write:

Dear "fans, family, and friends" ,

This is the last time I will ever be on. I don't have much time. Just a few short minutes. But I need to write this:

I was the girl that everyone loved.

The girl with the best smile.

My eyes were brighter than the stars.

I saw good in everyone, and never spoke of evil.

I was the little girl with the world wrapped around my finger.

But I grew up.

We all did.

I started to know what hurt was.

What disappointing people felt like.

I started to realize not everyone was pure.

And people out there, really did have Black Hearts.

I realized what a broken heart, and a crushed spirit was.

But this girl still smiled.

Until she was 13 years old.

I watched as the world unwrapped itself from my finger.

I found alone was better.

I stood there as people called me fat, ugly, horrible, and worthless.

I didn't want to eat.

I just wanted to be liked. Excepted.

But the black hearts grew blacker.

I wasn't good enough.

And every word said to me proved that.

I never saw my beauty in the mirror.

Just everything I wanted to change.

Smiling got harder, as the world grew darker.

But I lost myself in a dance.

A dance, danced only worthy of 2nd place.

That little girl is gone.

Never to return.

And I hope your happy about that.

I hit the "post" button and laid on the floor. The last thing I heard was my mom calling "Chloe! Come down for dinner!"

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A/N- This next part is SOME people reading their letters! In not doing all of them. Just the ones I want.

Abby's POV

Tears brimmed my eyes as held Chloe's letter in my hand. I was always so hard, and mean to her. But I loved her so much. More than any of the dancers I've ever taught. She was so special. And the cruel world took my best dancer from me. My hand skimmed across the front of the envelope. And I carefully opened it. Making sure I don't so much as make the tiniest tear in it. I picked out the letter, and unfolded it. And I began to read what Chloe wrote to me.