The Lonely And The Loved.

introduction.

Darcy Lynn's POV.

~ flash back 2months ago~

Alone. I'm all alone.
No where to go .

My head was slowly rolling back, along with my eyes.
And my brain going in and out of consciousness.

" LOOK AT ME YOU LITTLE SLUT, YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS PICE OF SHIT GET OUT OF MY SCHOOL AND KILL YOURSELF. " she yelled.

Then he kicked my stomach and hit my head with his gun again.

Then I blacked out.

~~ 2 months later ~~

I was laying on a park bench some where's in London England.
I had no clue where.
My count less scars on my wrist, and a few fresh ones.

Its been 2 weeks since I ran away from my home.
I save up for a plane ticket, and then I came here.
My old home was dreadfull.
A drunk and abusive father a crying alcoholic mother and a no good durggie brother and a stupid slut fuck girl sister.

And not to mention a hell hole school full of people who hate me for no reason.

Perfect life. Right?

Well.
Not really.
I wish things were different.
I wish I had some one to love me.
But I dont.
Because I'm lonely and not loved.

Well its not my fault.
Oh , well apparently it is.

I just need a little less hate and a little more love.

But with me being depressed and suicidal. Its not working out to well.
And not to mention I got raped last night.

Yeah don't walk in a alley way looking for food.

Yeah..

"Hey, love, what are ya doin'?" A male British voice yelled.

"Crying in the rain."
I sobbed

"Babe come over to my house yeah?" He asked.

"No! I'm fine I don't need your help! I'm hurt enough as it is." I sobbed once again.

"Love I would never hurt ya. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

", w-wait what? -n-n-no, NO! Don't you dare touch me!" I yelled as he picked me up.

He carried me away.
In to his house and out of the rain.

Hey guys! Its Kayla
So this is my new story and don't get afdended by any thing in this book it might be triggering. But none of it is real.
So I hope you like it and yeah!

Love ya kitkays

~ Kayla.