Thirteen

t was 6 a.m. Remy Hadley's alarm clock shut off as Remy slammed her hand down on it. She rose from her bed, going to look in the mirror. Her hands on the edges of the sink. She stared at herself in anger, sorrow and shame. She thinks: "everyday, I go to work looking beautiful and gorgeous. Then I come home, wipe off all this makeup, change into sweats, and I feel like a shitty person. I wallow in my sadness, hoping Eric ou Robert will find me." She runs her hand through her knotty brunette hair and her hand gets stuck. She tugs at her hand hard and sees she pulled a chunk of her hair out. Her...

I almost feel like I have to explain myself before toi read this. I realize that all my Thirteen fics are pretty much the same story told from different perspectives, and there a are only so many ways one story can be told. It took me forever to come up with an idea for another fic, go when I came up with this one, I had to right it down.

The ending's not very strong. I wasn't really sure how to end it, but here it is. And again, it's not one of my best.


Taking the Plunge

She hadn’t planned on this. She’d only come here to be alone, but once she was here, the idea struck her.
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