Hit me hard and soft

I am lit dying over her new album 

It's FIRRREEEEE❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 

Anygays...

I'm back to give y'all another chapter

 Xoxo 😘 💋 

 -Darcy 

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ IN THIS CHAPTER 

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Nats pov:

Fuck sake all customers. I forgot it was work rush hour.

All those lazy ducks i Meen fucks can't make there own coffee but hey it business for me tho.

Cant really complain more money the better.

I look round to find Billie sitting in my favourite reading spot. 

One of the main reasons why I bought this shop.

I know it's unbelievable how a 23 year can afford and has run it for about four years damm four years. Well it was all because when I was 12 years old my parents were killed in a car crash I was sent to a catholic orphanage which wasn't the best of places to send a girl questioning her sexuality. So I joined a-

"What can I get for you today sir?"

 I guess fate decides that my life story will have to wait for another time.

No pov:

The loud noise of people chattering filled the room. 

 The red rooted girl thought about her album that was going to be released in may but her mind drew her back to the girl behind the counter.

Billie's leg bounced up and down again and again and again. Her ticks came back. It was all getting a bit too much for her. The people surrounding her; normally she'd be used to it but why was today so different? She thought. 

An half an hour went by.

And another half. 

And another. 

She sat patiently for 1 and a half hours in the small booth if the far corner. She admired the decor it was cute and vintage, there were bookshelves everywhere with books from every genre.

But nothing caught her eye until she saw one

It was just a hard back black book with white pages.

There was a word carved in 

    S A F E

She opened the book and saw a sketch of a girl letting go of a balloon wish had the word hope written on it. 

The next page was a girl sitting  in a spot light with cracks alover her body

The one after has a girl giving her oxygen mask to a woman who had put her hand up to the girl to push her away.

The next page was the shop owner who had calmed down her ticks. But she had self harm scars alover her arms, legs and stomach and was attached to a drip from her stomach. In the picture she looked so helpless, hopeless and sleep deprived; just so alone.  Billie looked over to the cheerfully girl so full of life with the fakest smile superglued over her face as if she were at a everlasting masquerade party as if this was all a lie. It was at this moment that Billie had noticed her scars on her wrists where the girls sleeves had rode up slightly. 

 Billie traced her pingers over the drawing and carefully not wanting to flip the page over 

But did eventually to find her own face staring back at her...

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Hey guys how was dis one i tried more disruption if that makes sense 

What's ur fav song on HMHAS ?

Ummm yeh pls vote 

Buy bitches 

Xoxo 😘 💋 

 -Darcy 

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