Afterwards

This is my first story it might not be very good sorry and since I go to boarding school it might take me a while to update and stuff but I will try my best also if you have any ideas of new stories I could write please say. I don't really know how long its going to be, also please say if you think I should change something as well.

Thanks luv u guys!!!!!

prologue

My life isn't what you call luxury. I don't own those fast cars or have a big house.

I'm not popular either or pretty, that's my opinion anyway. I don't have fifty boy friends let alone any friends.

Anymore.

I'm not implying I ever had fifty boy friends. I meant I dont have any friends, because I found that trust can be unknown.

Trust is unpredictable and so is the person you are trusting.

Trust some people say isn't just one word. They are correct.

Trust is faith, love and help.

I shouldn't drag on about what trust is. I don't even know why I am. It felt needed. Just suddenly being able to write this all down. Everything that I have kept inside me for so long.

I can write anything. Absolutely anything. It gives me the sense like I'm free. Like my little dark cloud is gone that hung over me for so many years.

But then, I look at real life. I'm not free. At this minute I'm meant to be rotting away in prison.

Maybe I would of preferred to be in prison now. What difference would it make.

None is your answer.

I don't have one of those names that everyone compliments you about instead I'm named after a Roman goddess. Atalanta.

I could tell you about her. But whether I want to is another question.

I wouldn't mind but I don't think you want to read about a Roman goddess if you do then call

#TheLonerWhosFrickinNameIsABloodyRomanGoddess

My life isn't great as you've probably figured, i live in a wrecked up house. Well an apartment in Glasgow, a tower block is what they are more commonly known as.

I Have strangely dark hair, deep blue eyes and fair skin. I'm not the prettiest girl on earth, actually I'm not pretty at all .

Why that is relevant I don't know I'm saying that you aren't the only one. Though you might be pretty and stuff, yea I'm going to shut up now.

I don't wear make up like the 'dolls' from school do, I only wear foundation to cover my scars and a bit of mascara.

Scars, we all try and hide them some where you will have a scar and some can't be hidden. Some lie inside of your brain and nothing can remove it, nothing can change it nothing can hide it.

I can't afford questions about them. To much pain to have to recall.

I don't really talk to people any more, after... after what happened. I always thought to myself I should write it all down but I'd never had the courage, could it be called courage?

Until now.

I wish often enough, to know that there's no point in it, wishing just doesn't come true for me. Wish is another word for luck. You are in luck if what your wish is comes true.

I don't see the point of living, I'm just another of those wasted spaces, limited on earth.

I wish I could die but I made my self promise that I wouldn't kill myself till I had written this down, my life.

Which is why I'm doing this quickly.

This is my life story from past to present.

This is the life story of Atalanta Edwards

I hope that you feel that you want to read the rest of it. sadly though, I haven't written the rest yet but I've planned the story out. please please please give me feedback about the story and stuff and if you have any names that you want me to have in it just say. also if you have any ideas about what you think should happen and stuff and i will try and add it in.