Gemma says a story should start when something changes. But I don't know when my story - this story - started. It started proper the night I met him maybe, the night we all went to the party. But when I think how I was even there that night, it loops back and back like pulling a rope from water. My ma, Paul, even me when I was five. I don't know. Really it started with me being stupid. Being a stupid wee bitch. I'm going to write it I'm going to write it I'm going to write it. If I don't, I think I'll jump. ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆ Lisa O'Neill is nineteen. She lives in a homeless hostel in Belfast, forever fighting to recover from 'what happened' years before. When she met Rocky. When she ran away again. But some stories can't stay buried. Some memories must be confronted. To have any chance of happiness, Lisa must face her demons. Whatever the cost. Would you remember - when remembering might kill you?

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