It's 3:30 again, the time where I wish for my thoughts to stop rushing through my head so I can finally rest. I turn to my side and blankly stare at the wall. "Why? Why is this happening? Can't I just rest peacefully, be happy?", I whispered to myself as my eyes longed to fill with tears. I haven't had a good cry for awhile now and I long to have that small relief. Once again I'm tossing and turning in hopes of just being uncomfortable with the position I was in, but no luck comes. As I wince at the pain that takes over my right thigh, I look over to check the time again. It's been 20 minutes almost 4 o'clock. I take a deep sigh and lye on my back to stare at the ceiling above me, it's probably been at most 10 minutes now. Reaching for my iPod and headphones, I once again wince at the pain from reaching out my destroyed forearm. Recovering from the small pains the grazes and cuts on my body had caused, I put my headphones in and turn on Props and Mayhem by Pierce The Veil. They're my favorite band; usually their music helps me fall asleep or keep from harming myself. As the music plays on shuffle I slowly and finally drift to sleep. Hi, I'm Scarlet and this is any ordinary night for myself. I suppose I could tell you my story but I think you might learn to know me as we go. These are my nights, do you wish to see my days?
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Broken
Подростковая литератураThis book is about a girl named Scarlet. There's not really too much to her story (that's what she thinks), yet there's so much things people just don't know. In this book you'll learn to understand Scarlet's past and present. What does her future h...
