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They Will Die

Arden struggled with lots of issues. Her across-the-street-neighbor, Harlow, comes to cheer her up. Arden finds she wasn’t the kid she used to be. As Harlow is sent off to camp, Arden is sent to her dad who she hasn’t seen in 4 years. Unlikely, they become best friends, before Arden meets Will. Will see the struggle in her and tries their best to help, but something terrible happens to Harlow, which is the last straw for Arden. What will fate unravel? We all do something to escape. Some read to go to another world with epic love stories and tragic heartbreaks. To experience things they would never experience in the real world Some do drugs to get a sense of euphoria. To feel numb from what they are really feeling. To block it all out. Some drink to forget everything that has happened, even if it’s just for a little. To drown the sorrows away. To bring peace. Some workout because it leaves them feeling energized and motivated. Like they can do anything and everything. Some listen to music. To have nothing but their thoughts to distract them. To feel the music on another level. To be free. Some self harm to feel in control when everything else is out of theirs. To have at least one thing is their life that is theirs. Some sleep the day away. To not wake up and do the same thing over and over again. To get away from their reality. Hopefully, to dream. Some throw themselves into work to distract themselves from their own problems. To busy their minds and forget. Some write so they can express themselves without actually having to say it outloud. To write away the pain. To get it all out. Some watcallh movies or tv shows to relate to the characters. To feel understood. To be desired and loved. We all do something different to escape, but we do it for the same reason. To cope.

Ellie_Savell · LGBT+
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19 Chs

Dad?

When I woke up, my head was against a pillow on a car door. I opened my eyes a little wider. What? I lift my arm and bang on the window. I must have been kidnapped or something. Been there. Done that.

"Calm down, Madelyn." A soft, nostalgic voice calls me.

"Huh?" I answer.

I look to the front of the car. A tall, brown-haired man smiles from the rear view mirror.

"Dad?" I say, feeling stupid because there is no way my dad is here.

"Yep," he looks down on the road.

"DAD?" I yell realizing he just agreed. This isn't a dream? He looks at the tears streaming down my face.

"Stop crying sweetie," he tears up.

"I want to hug you," I cry.

"Take a nap hun," he insists.

I snuggle my face into the blankets. It's a dream. Right? Yes, yes most definitely. Something in me wants me to believe it's true.