bad girls

20

you first saw her there, drinking a bottle.
she was the school's typical bad girl, someone you knew your parents would kill you for even thinking about. but yet, you couldn't help but feel drawn to her in a way.
turning away from her figure, you grabbed a cup and began making your way to the keg, half-heartedly filling your cup with beer that, knowing you, would soon be lost. making your way through the crowds of hot bodies dancing around, you escaped outside, glancing back to the house (actually, more of a mansion) to see her flirting with a guy who seemed to be numb to her techniques. you recognized him - he was the guy who took those pictures the night she streaked. you wondered how the hell he even got her to do that, since she must've put up a fight. you also wondered why she was giving him so much attention.
and why did you care so much?
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    a/n: I just wanna say that it's gotten to the point where I can actually say I'm okay and I can go through a day where I feel secure. recovery is possible. but you have to have hope to endure. and when you do recover, you have to fight to stay okay. you can't let yourself topple back into the pit you left behind. yes, you'll have your lows, but eventually, you'll be able to push them away and smile a genuine smile. also. prayer. I'm a Christian, although I used to throw God away and worry about myself most of the time. but my friend's mom taught me something, and I've been using it ever since. prayer is the answer, and your God, whoever that may be, will answer it. I might not worship your God, whether it be Allah or someone else, but I support you and you will get better. and when you do, I'll be able to smile with satisfaction and say I told you so:) xx