Everything went well for the month the followed, but I fell of the train. I scratched myself again, not to the blood, but I left marks. I didn't realize it until my mom pointed it out.
On day, I couldn't escape my thoughts. I scratched under my right foot, there wasn't any blood, but it felt so good. I kept socks on at all times to hide it from my mom.
After that day, until today, January 24th 2016, everything went perfectly well and I know that this is not the end of my story, but it is the end of this book. Thanks to those who've read my books and I might right another one if I need to get things of my chest.
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The Real One (Sequel to Her Only Wish)
Teen FictionSo, you know me, Gabrielle, the girl that self-harmed. You've read the fake ending of my story, but you might be wondering what truly happened. There was no hospital, no party, no restaurant. The only thing that was true was the wish. But what came...