Everything started when I was a baby. The hate from my family. The love of the fans and idols I worked with. My suicide attempts. Everything.
A few months after I turned two, my parents had another daughter. That daughter was named Mia.
I only celebrated my birthday once, and that was when I turned one. Or, at least that is what I was told. For almost twelve years of my life, I didn't even know when my birthday was until Madeline wished me a happy birthday. Apparently my birthday is September 20. How she figured that out, I will never know.
Everyone thinks that I've been growing up with a silver spoon in my mouth all of my life. Well, I have a surprise for the millions of fans all over the world. I'm abused, fifty percent abandoned, hated, despised, lied to, and I was raped when I was younger. I hate myself and I hate James and Samantha Maine!
For most of my life I've had no will and nothing to say to them. If it weren't for the idols that I worked with, I'm pretty sure I would've grown up a mute.
But nothing that I suffered through ever bothered me. Because I got used to the abuse, I got used to the hatred. I got used to everything. And because of that, is what drove me to commit suicide.
So everything that you've seen when it comes to my story before I met the boys of STARISH, is nothing compared to what happened during my eighteen years of literal hell.
My name is Mya Maine, and this is my story before STARISH.
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The Story Before STARISH
Fanfiction~Prequel to Mya Maine~ ~Editing~ Everyone knows my story. Well, not exactly. Everything that I've told Nanami and the boys is true, but they don't know anything else other than what I've told them. So, why not find out now? I own Mya's story. I own...
