chapter 1

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Miranda's pov
It's painful to see how people think you can't be saved. I suffer from depression and suicidal thoughts .My Mum made me go to the therapist every Saturday but it wasn't helping cause everything I told her she will tell my mum. I had a best friend who I trusted a lot,I told her everything cause she always understood me.

Being the oldest in the family, you have to be the one who is meant to be inspiring and a role model to your your younger one's but sadly I'm the opposite.
I live with my dad and mum and three sisters and one brother. We are not that rich we're actually poor. Our house is very small only two rooms so basically six people in one room. It's really annoying cause I don't have my own private space. My dad was very busy and had no time for us. He worked at a glass factory everyday from 8am till 5pm while my mother was just a house wife. My siblings were young raging from 4 to 10.

"Randa hurry up the bus will soon be here." My mum shouted from the kitchen. Randa is what my mum calls me but I hate it
"I'm coming mum." I shouted as I slammed the bathroom door and went to my room. We had only one bathroom so my siblings had to wake up first because they bath together.
I quickly brushed my brunette hair and wore a sweat pant with a cropped top. The school I go to is a public school and has no dress code. People called me pretty cause of my eyes. I have Grey eyes which is rear at the town I lived in.

"Where the fuck is my phone?" I screamed as I threw the pillow at my little brother who immediately started crying.
"Miranda how many times do I have to tell you not to throw things at your siblings." She yelled at me. She calls me Miranda when she is angry.
I went to my room and got my bags and slammed the room door heading to the outside door ,then I paused when I was close to the door then turned back to face my mum
"Fuck you and your so called son!" I shouted as I opened the front door and started running as tears rolled down my eyes.
I kept running without thinking where I was going to then boom I felt my head hitting a person's chest then I landed with my face on the ground
"Are you okay?" He asked in a concerned tone
"How do you expect me to be fucking okay !" I said angrily
He offered his hand out . I held his smooth hand which supported my weight to get up from the ground, then I noticed blood dripping down from my nose
"Look what you fucking caused you piece of..!" I said as I looked slowly at his face and directly at his light blue eyes. Before I could finish my sentence he said sorry with a sad tone.
"I really have to get going."I said as I quickly walked past him.
"I didn't get a chance to know your name." He said with a high tone to assure I heard him
"I don't tell strangers my name." I quickly responded as I started running to the woods I normally go to when I angry.







This is the first chapter hope you like it 💕😊
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