PROLOGUE:
Darkness.
Never ending darkness; an eternity of fear.
A lifetime painted in shadows on the wall.
A silent scream in the night, unheard, unloved. A life crippled with pain and remorse.
The claw of nails on skin, the pressure of life being released with each droplet of crimson.
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My Secret "Sinful" Life
Teen FictionWhat do you do when no one understands you? What do you do when you can't run from the labels society has given you? What do you do when you can't escape the voices in your head at night? What do you do when everyone who is meant to care for you tri...
