I'm Miranda. I have no life. I cut. Im sducidal. And I hate my life at home and at school. Nobody notices me. People call me names. They hurt but I just have to keep hoping. I'm into punk-rock bands. I'm bullied. I get called ugly. Slut. Whore. and the messed up thing is I haven't even had my virginity taken away yet. Thats society. People don't know me. They don't know my parents are achaholics. They don't beat me or anything, but they always fight. One day I just wanna die. This is my story. Not his. Not hers. But mine.
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Social casualty
General FictionCould Miranda's life get any worse? With all the hate, and rude comments about her? Could it get worse? Or could it get better? Could she just be in a nightmare that will never end? Like a pit of darkness inside of her, pounding on her chest, saying...
