I was born with a broken heart. Literally.
My name is Jade, and I was born with the super fun heart disease known as stress induced cardiomyopathy, which are just fancy words that freak everyone out. It basically means that a part of my heart blew up to a giant size, and so the blood flow was restricted. It should have killed me. But it didnt. Sometimes I wish it did.
My parents say I'm their "little miracle" but I say that I'm their little paycheck. The government pays my family as hush money so we don't sue the hospital. I've spent my entire life in and out of hospitals, so my only friends are the nursing staff and my reading nook. Whenever I read a good book, it's almost as if I can have someone else's life. I can escape mine.
Sometimes I wish the doctors would have just let me die.
Hi everyone! Thanks for reading my first chapter. This is going to be a sort of experiment with me actually researching stuff and putting that into my writing. I hope you enjoy my bad attempt at a story!
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Born With A Broken Heart
General FictionSometimes your heart will ache. It will burn. But nothing as bad as what Jade has been through
