I could be surrounded by a million people, but I would still feel alone. I smile on the outside, but inside I feel like I’m slowly dying. I cry out for help, but nobody sees me, at least not the real me. They see a façade, a mask that I put on to hide the pain.
I pretend that I’m normal, but really, what is normal? Maybe what I’m feeling is normal. The hurt, the disappointment, the loneliness… it could be all just be a part of life. Maybe I will never know what normal is.
I put on long sleeves and makeup to hide the bruises, but they only mask the outside. What happens when I can’t carry my burden alone any longer? What would happen if I told somebody the truth?
Let me Start my saying I am not a fan of novellas, I don't ever feel satisfied after finishing one, it's like we don;t get enough time to care and enjoy the characters of the story and they feel forced or rushed. That is absolutely not the case with Don't Tell. This story was beautifully written and tells such a tragic story about hurt, embarrassment and the healing power of love. Lucy hides her hurt and bruises, but Ian can see through her carefully crafted facade and has been in love with her forever. Ian struggles with the should I tell or shouldn't I? , something that no 17 year old should have to deal with but it is an ugly reality. I highly recommend you read this book.
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