I'm not worth it, Bieber.

1 Introduction

My name is Dakota Adams. I'm 15. I'm a sophomore at the local highschool. I have no friends, at all. I moved to this small town called Stratford when I was 11. I live with a close family friend, Mike. I haven't had contact for the 4 years that I've lived here & honestly, I never want to here either of my parents' voices ever again. Not after that one night that changed my life...

*FLASHBACK*

My parents were screaming at eachother, like always, when I tried to sneak in from a concert I had just went to with my best friend, Amy. I snuck out because, well, my parents wouldn't notice & I needed to get out of the apartment filled with fumey smokes from the bongs my parents used to get high. There was also a heavy alcohol smell stuck inside the hallways of this unsafe apartment called my house. I hated it here. So I snuck out & when I tried to sneak back in...they caught me. I bolted up to my room, locked the door, & pushed my dresser in front of it. My mom banged & banged on the door until, finally she got tired & went back downstairs to get even more drunk. I opened my door quietly & snuck down to the end of the stairs & heard my mom talking to my dad, in a lousy-nonchalant tone.

Mother: "She's worthless! Get her out of my house!"

Father: "She's your daughter!"

Mother: "I don't give a f**k! I hate having the responsibility of that little brat!"

Father: "Responsibility? You don't do sh** for her? Or yourself! I'm the one who has a job & keeps this house running!"

Mother: "I didn't ask for your LIFE STORY, GEORGE! GET THAT LITTLE UGLY, WORTHLESS PIECE OF SH** OUT OF THIS GOD DAMN HOUSE! NOW!"

ME: "IS THAT REALLY WHAT YOU THINK OF ME? I NEVER THOUGHT YOU CARED ABOUT ME BUT I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD GO THIS FAR! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!" I started up to my room when I heard the thing that broke my heart most.

Mother: "We never wanted you to be born either! You were a stupid mistake that RUINED our lives!"

After that I went into my room, & pulled out the razor that was hidden in the drawer of my dresser. I kept drawing blood until I saw flashing red & blue lights in front of my house. I threw my door open & I was half way through the stairs when I heard a stern voice yell. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" I looked around & my eyes met with what I assumed to be a firefighter. He had sorrow in his eyes. He looked at my wrist & then back at my teary eyes. "Let's get you out of here." He picked me up bridal style & the last thing I heard before I blacked out was, "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS DAKOTA NICOLE ADAMS!"

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Now I'm here, struggling to fit in in the small town of Stratford...