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Hey everybody, this is going to be a rewrite of First Aid/Crybaby, I'm not gonna lie it's been so many years since I last touched this story. I adore Vallea and her story but whilst I was writing this as a teenager some horrible stuff happened and I had to be hospitalized for a year.
A lot has changed since then, I feel like an entirely new person, I've grown, quite literally since I am no longer a teenager but a full ass grown adult 😅 I've put this story as far back in my mind as I physically could, trauma is a shit show and this fanfic always reminded me of a time in my life I never want to relive, so I did the only reasonable thing....avoid and avoid writing for five years.
But unfortunately that wound still has yet to heal but a girl's gotta keep moving forward even through shit and scary situations so I am using this as an exposure therapy of some sort. I will be attempting to rewrite this story that I had put my soul and heart into so many years ago, keyword is attempt. I honestly don't know how this will go or if I'll be even able to do more than one chapter, but I will try my best.
I have such affection and love to all my present and previous readers of the original fanfic, even through the dark and gloom that is trauma your support and kindness have brought me comfort. Even though the past is long gone and the version of me who wrote the original fanfic is long dead, I would still like to remember all the good and all the connections I got to build. Vallea's story shouldn't simply be left abandoned because of the past, so here's to my attempt at making new memories and rewriting trauma!