Savior

My name is Riley Miller. I am a 18 year old teenage girl. I know what your thinking... oh great drama right? Well you would be right.

My parents separated when I was 1 month old and I never met my dad. I live with my mom in down town L.A. My mom isn't exactly a perfect mother. In fact she hates my guts ever sense she found out I was emo. I didn't see how she didn't notice sooner. The way I dressed and the way I never wanted to go shopping with her. She is the kind of person that has a certain idea of how a girl should act and look. For example she was born with dark brown hair but she dyed it bleach blond. She loves the Barbie look. Aka not me. I have blackish blue hair and bright greeny blue eyes which are always surrounded by black eyeliner. I have a total of 8 percings most of which I did myself. I have 6 in my ears, one in my lip and one in my nose. I am the kind of girl who listened to nirvana, iron maidan, acdc, kiss and of corse my absolute favorite Black Veil Brides.

One night I was watching a DVD on my laptop. i had just won BVB tickets and I was pretty happy for once. Then suddenly my mom come bursting into my room and starts to wail on me. ' YOU LITTLE BITCH" she yells at me, hitting me in the ribs. I quickly kick her in the stomach, grab my lap top and phone and run out of my room, down the stairs and out my front door. I couldn't live here anymore.

After running for what seem an eternity, I came to a small sand box in a park with a roof over top of it. Now I know what ur thinking.. Why a sand box? Don't u have any friends? No I don't. I was home schooled for the longest time. I have no friends. I am completely alone.

I then remembered that the concert was tomorrow night and I hadn't grabbed any cloths. At around 1 am I walked back to my house but instead of going thought the front door I crawled through my window. I landed hard on my back making a huge bang. I didn't move for a minuet, waiting for my mom to come in and start hitting me again. When she didn't I slowly got up and grabbed my leather duffle bag just barly big enough for all my clothes sense I didn't have a lot. I stuffed them in and then went back to my closet to get my carry on bag which I filled with all my make up, an extra pair of converses and my favorite pair of earrings. Then I carefully dropped my bags to the ground out side my window and crawled through. I grab up my bags and ran some more until I got to the sand box. It wasn't much but it was just enough until I could find a better place to stay.