Bare Bones.

Was it wrong for me to love him? Could a forbidden love sustain existence? Will I be able to except the fact that I cannot have him? Though it will be the very end of my pathetic being… I had to believe. It was the only way I would make it out of this hospital; get better--mentally and physically.

The moment the razor blade glided across her soft tense flesh she knew things would be different. But not the way she thought. That morning she was sure she would be dead; but now, she was in a psychiatric hospital under constant supervision, and having to be forced to pour her guts out to a stranger she didn't know. But it all became easier when she met her therapist. The mysterious and handsome Dr. Robert Blake.

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