Part Of Me

Part Of Me

Zeedhu

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Avni Mehta, a 17 year old Indian just moved to London with her parents. Having spent her entire life in India, Avni finds being in London a bit of a challenge. While trying to hide her anxiety disorder from everyone, Avni is forced to start school where she meets Jay, playful and the school sweetheart but has a weird agression towards Indians. Amist all her problems, will Avni be able to keep her sanity or will her anxiety consume her?.

Chapter 1 Prologue.

Dear life, I really have to hand it to you. You are so unpredictable. I actually hate you for being that way. Everyday, I feel like dying even though I am alive. I feel so suffocated even though there is air around. I feel so lonely even though people are around me. Why is it that some people experience the good side of life and others experience the bad. Ma says that god tests those that he wishes and good times are ahead for those who are patient and faithful. I am losing faith right now and I feel like I can never get back to the cute, lively, bubbly girl I was ten years ago.

I know that he has forbidden me from ever saying this but I wish that I could die and be forgotten. I wish that god could take my life and make the pain go away cause it becoming to much to bear . I feel bad for my parents though and I feel so selfish but still...... these demons in me won't let me live or do what I want. They keep on whispering into my ears every single time. I am tired, I am scared, I am gone".

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