Not All Angels -A.F.I-

Forward

Life can get hard.

Extremely hard. 

And stressful, hurtful, deadly. 

My life isn't picture-perfect. Not even close. It's better than some, but nothing to be idolized. Nothing to be put in magazines. Unworthy.

Pandora, they call me. "All Gifted" is what they think I am. Yes, I'm really good at a lot of things, but I don't think I'm all gifted. But Mum said it fit. She said 'You're my over-achiever. You're going to great things one day. You're going to bring everyone, not just you family, pride in your work.' 

My mum. She was a beautiful woman. She died too young, 37 years old. Leukemia. The doctors caught it too late. She wouldn't make even if they did everything they could. After mum died, my dad started drinking. Sleeping around. Bringing random women home. He gave up on life, on everything. Even me. 

I grew distant after everything happened. I was never the same. I got into more fights. More trouble. More everything bad. I wasn't alright and I knew it. I just didn't care...not for a while. I used to think the only way out was killing myself. So, I tried so many times. So many useless attempts to leave and make my dad happy and to see my mum failed. So many upset nights. 

Then he came. 

He didn't know me, I didn't know him. He tried helping me. Trying to make me stop. Make me better. 

His attempts never worked. I just got worse. And nothing he said or did stopped that.

A/N: 

Okay, so this is how everything started. I'm sorry it sucks. It's almost 11:30 at night and I'm tired. Ugh, it kinda sucks. Anyways, 10 likes and hmm...5 comments for the next chapter. Please? :D By the way, the girl above (or to the side) is Pandora.