Unfortunately, I was the only one to survive the crash. Even the man we swerved for got hit by the car swerving for us. My parents died in vain, and that sort of thing doesn't affect life positively.
Six years old and in Foster Care. I've become to see how sick and fake the world is at such a young age. I got moved home to home, from people who pretended to care to those who didn't even bother. I was miles away from my original home, and was quick to realize how friendless and loveless I was.
Ten years later, I am sixteen. Nothing has changed. No one wants me. I don't even want me. I don't even bother hiding my scars anymore; no one will ever see or understand my pain. All I want is for my burden to be lifted, to be free of the mind numbing pain that consumes me.
The only problem is, is that the burden is myself.
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Life Changing
Teen FictionDecember 17, 2016, the day Silvia Lockhart died. The thing is, she didn't just die. She committed suicide. In death, she meets The Ultimate, who grants her one, last, death wish; to watch the world care about her at last. *** this story is not to m...
