UGH.

Intro

This is the depressingly inspiring story of Juliet-Anne Henderson.

The first chapter is written in her point of view and if that changes in the following chapters it will be expressed at the top of said chapter.

Juliet's point of view.

SO.
I have to think to myself is this it? Is this all I am? Is my life going to be made up off unfortunate events being steadily separated by meaningless sex and inappropriate drinking habits?

Wouldn't it be great if my life was a movie or some shitty music video? I would have a rough start in life but then on my eighteen birthday suddenly some hot actor/musician would fall in love with me and we'd go tour the world at which point I would self harm a tad bit but then I'd become a famous model and it'd be happily ever after with four children (two our own, one adopted and one some form of generic pet that we 'wouldn't trade for the world'). Yet my life isn't like that.

You see on my eighteenth birthday I just went to a rat ridden club on the bad side of London with a £10 Primark dress. It was just a normal eighteenth with some random mates who were probably only there in the hope I brought the booze. Well I mean it was normal until I got abducted.