A/N: Today is Tori's birthday, hence the dedication. So if you haven't yet, please go and wish her a super de duper birthday and send her your birthday wishes! <3
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My stomach lurches as goose bumps cover my body. The tiled bathroom floor is against my arms and legs and it causes me to shiver despite how good it feels against my sweating body. I take deep breaths, trying to push away the sick feeling but it just comes back harder.
I reach the toilet just as I start to dry heave, my stomach already empty from earlier waves
When I the heaving dies down to where I can control it, I lie back down on the tile and close my eyes. I’m so exhausted but can’t sleep again tonight. What is wrong with me?
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Teen FictionOne bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
