Follow the journey of Sidney Yeung, her twin and her friends. They will experience odd things. Of course to find out more... READ (will become a series comment for any ideas of characters you may want me to add in my next book.)
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A/N there is self-harm, and thoughts of suicideinin this chapterif that bothers you please skip this chapter. Lots of love- the fluffpup. ~not telling whose pov it is yet~ Dear diary, I can't keep hiding it much longer. Their bound to find out but it scares me. What will happen when they find out. Will they hate me and stop being my friends? I feel traped in a prison. Of death, hate, and pain so much pain. But I hide it. From everyone. The blood I rinse in the sink and tub. I'm worried I know I've told you before but I cut. The way I dodge hugs from everyone. Hugging it hurts. I cut my arms and wrist. I want to die. But friends, family their keeping me here. The bullys hurt though. The snide comments, stealing of homework, being called a nerd, know-it-all, or something else. I ignored it at first but I can't anymore. I have never hurt so much. I feel abused I get pulled up by my hair because I don't fight back. Being hit, kicked, punched, and thrown against walls. It hurts I've broken my wrist at least three times in the past week. I feel hurt, unloved, and hated by all. He helps them I know he does they beat me I have bruises up and down my arms and not all are from cutting. Once it was just him he held me up by my hair he hit me, punched me, and so much more. I'm afraid to go anywhere, tell anyone, they could find out and inflict more pain then they usually do. I tell everyone 'I'm fine' I tell them 'I'm not scared'. But the truth I'm hurt and in pain I'm terrified of turning a corner in fear their there. The anonymous owls of we all hate you, leave this school, better off dead, nobody likes you, go die in a hole, make the world happier kill yourself, makes me think should I really kill myself. Do I even belong in this world? I cut myself for every mistake, every fear, every confusion and most importantly at least once a day. I cry myself to sleep, I hyperventilate in abandoned classrooms. I hurt, I cry, I cut, I'm broken. Help me. I can't take it much longer. Send help if possible. A truly hurt and damaged, Z. Who is Z send me a message or comment who you think this is or could be. This is not based on true life events of anyone I know. The fluff pup.
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