Prologue

aeryn. it's like,
a smile?
a knife.
a wave? backstabbers.
complements? fakers.
they say you gotta fake it till' you make it. she's quite comfortable with that phrase. her parents never are around, and she needed help when no one else saw. everyone thinks she's dead after the incident. She's not physically dead. She's mentally dead.
New chapter every 2 weeks or when I'm done ❤️