When I thought I was gone....I opened my eyes. I was washed up, on a bank. Where am I? Who am I? My hair was wet, and nasty. My clothes were dirty, and wet as well. I looked around. I was in a forest. How am I supposed to live?
A/N: Sooooo.....I made a sequel!! The first chapter will be up, either tomorrow or later today!
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Moving On C:RFanfiction
"This evening, a girl committed suicide on the Woodland, bridge." Marisa...she wasn't dead. She thought she was. But everyone moved on. They didn't care about her anymore. Sequel to "The Girl That Couldn't Be Fixed"