Her name was Megan.
She was 17 years old.
She was the bad girl.
Always breaking the rules, and making her own.
She didn't care what people thought of her.
She didn't let anyone get to her.
She was made fun of.
Hated by most.
But known by everyone.
She had a family with issues.
A family without love.
A house, but not a home.
No friends to help her out.
Left all alone.
Bullied verbally.
Hurt emotionally.
She hid all of her pain.
She built up her walls.
She hid all emotions.
She hid from the world.
She minded her own business.
She tried to ignore the people around her.
She was walked all over.
Controlled by Him.
Scared for her life.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
