Saving Juliet

Prologue

If every human decided to write down their life in a book, a journal, a simple piece of paper, wouldn't life be more interesting?

Imagine knowing the story behind every foot set, every breath taken, every life lived. That would be amazing.

But, come to realize, not everyone can. Not everyone knows how to read or write. Not everyone has access to a pen and paper. Not everyone is willing to sit down and write about their life. And I strongly believe that's a problem.

I believe everyone be should be able to have a voice, as that is our escape from the world. And not only in pen and paper. The first humans on Earth wrote on stone, different tribes tell stories to every passing generation, and in the modern age, humans vent on technological devices and 'apps'.

But I have a chance to tell my story with words, in a piece of paper, a privilege that few have, and that many others do, but yet don't use. But I will. I will tell my story, the story of a teenage girl from the era of technology, who felt alone and ignored for many years of her life, who questioned if the man in the sky should have the power to end her life, or if that power should be hers.

For not many care about simple human beings, though many should. Because our world is going nowhere unless you realize what is going on around you, and that the people closet to you hold the darkest secrets begging silently to be saved. For you should care. Simply because it is right, and remember me when I say this: you should save those who appear safe, but are broken inside, for I was on of them and I was saved by the most unexpected people, who I am therefore eternally grateful.

And here it begins. The story of how a group of people managed to save Juliet. A group of people who managed to save me.