Chapter 1
““Nice to meet you I’m julia” there I go again saying it out loud. The lie just slips out my mouth so effortlessly, as if it were the truth but it’s not of course. I’m Cassandra and you might be wondering how I’m posting considering all the going missing and all. Well you will be knowing soon along with some of the disgusting lies I’ve told people, stay tuned.”
The whole of silverstreamhigh were in shock julia went missing a month ago and there are some rumors that she was dead but now she’s posting maybe this isn’t julia it’s someone else maybe it’s just a prank which is exactly what the school thought and threatened whoever did this would get suspended. The police arrived later that evening to question the students about any kind of information about julia. “I mean she was alright” “she was such a whore” “ she was the sweetest person I’ve ever met” “I heard she faked having panick attacks for attention” “she absolutely have anxiety I can tell by the was her legs shake” “she’s so ugly” “she’s gorgeous” “ she played every boy she was with” “she got dumped almost always” “I heard her and David did something” “I saw her holding hands with thomas” “I saw her and Caleb eat lunch together” “I heard she was with mike” everyone has a different perception of her. So who the hell is julia.
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“Mom and Dad always said I was the most honest girl in the world—maybe too honest. But where did that girl go? Well, it all started in ninth grade, with those rumors that ruined my life. That’s when I first started cutting. But unlike anyone else who cut, I didn’t hide it—I just didn’t care. People thought I was seeking attention.
I had a boyfriend I didn’t love; I was only with him to avoid hurting his feelings. Later on, I realized I was just being selfish. He was perceived as a nerdy, loud, and unattractive guy, and I ruined my clean image for him. He’d have his hands between my thighs in class, and I just couldn’t say no because of the ‘but you said you loved me’ argument. He’d ask for pics, and of course, ‘no’ wasn’t in my dictionary. That’s when the rumors started. Can you even call them that if they’re true?
As the whispers grew louder, I found myself slipping further away from the girl I used to be. The constant judgment and cruel comments from classmates became unbearable. I started spending more time alone, isolating myself from the very people I once trusted. My grades began to suffer, and my parents couldn’t understand what had changed. They still saw me as the honest, cheerful girl I once was, unaware of the storm raging inside me. The lies, the self-harm, the emotional numbness—I was drowning in it all, desperate for a way out.
Then the panic attacks started. Out of nowhere, I’d be overcome with a suffocating sense of dread and my heart would race uncontrollably. The first time it happened, I fainted in the middle of class. Instead of sympathy, it only fueled the rumors of attention-seeking. ‘She’s doing it for the drama,’ they’d say. ‘She just wants everyone to feel sorry for her.’ Each attack was a reminder of my helplessness, and the cycle of anxiety, fainting, and ridicule only pushed me deeper into my isolation.
But I couldn’t tell Mom. I didn’t want to hurt her more. She had enough to worry about already. The thought of adding to her stress paralyzed me. So, I kept everything bottled up inside, wearing a mask of false smiles and empty reassurances. The more I hid, the heavier the burden became, and I wondered if I’d ever find a way to escape this suffering and pain.. I hid it until six months into eleventh grade I told her I had fainted and in that moment my shouldes felt heavier what I thought would bring me relief only brought me the worries and cries of my mother”
