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Miras diary

Miranda May Willson. 19 years.
I have always been little. Always been scared, been unable to take care of myself. But I've had to. I wasn't ready when my mother kicked me out. We didn't get along. She hated me. And I hated her as well. Me being the oldest of 5 sisters, that never had a father figure. My father left right after my mother found out she was pregnant with my 3rd sister. He was never really there for us anyways. My mother found another man, but he had another family. My mother always blamed me for her suffering. That if I had not been born, she would have had a happy life. 

I was pleased, but also scared, so scared, that I started drinking the worries away, I didn't eat, and I lived with friends for months, until they kicked me out too. I didn't go to school. I hated that place. I dropped out and tried to find jobs all around. I have always been skinny, but not so tall. But I tried to go to a audition for a photoshoot. And I got a contract.
By that time, I didn't care what I would be a year after. I hoped for better. I really did.
I had the most awful experiences in my life, some would say it could have been worse, and it could, but it was awful.
I was near dying when I got to the hospital for the second time in a month. I had fallen off some stairs, I was intoxicated and I hadn't been eating in days.
That was when he found me.
He was the one that called the ambulance, that secured me my life. He saw me, he saw me at my baddest. He didn't care. And somehow, he changed me.

I didn't know him, he didn't know me. And when I woke up in the bed at the hospital I panicked. He was there. I begged him to take me with him. I was crying hard. And I begged him to get me out, I begged him to stay with me. While I was a big crying mess and held onto him, a nurse came in and gave me something to relax on. I blacked out.

The next morning he was gone. I was sad, and all I did was just hoping to get out of the hospital soon. I started worry. And I was near panicking. I heard a knock on the door, and I wasn't fast enough to respond. He came in. He had a plate of food with him. But something was different. He had a uniform on, something only hospital workers wear. He sat the food on the table next to my bed. We talked for like what seemed an eternity. I liked him, and I trusted him, more than I ever had, and it seemed wrong. He was a nurse on the hospital, and he was pretty good looking. He was in his mid 20's and he had a place of his own. We became closer, and we fell in love.

Days after he took me home and since then he have been taking care of me.

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Hey lovelies! I'm Missar, the author of this story. I hope you like it!