RIDE

beggining

*Chapter 1*

The truth hurt me. The truth of the world. Being captured behind four walls every day, I guess made me think that way. I was thinking of hurting my self, so that the world couldn't get to me. So that it couldn't hurt me more than it already did.

I had a feeling that the world was punishing me, for an unknown reason. I felt like a blade went frew my chest. But then I thought: I would give more happines to the world if I'd end my life.

I felt anger growing inside of me. Crawling and hidding and waiting for the right moment to come out and show it self to the world, of the people I knew, but they were still strangers to me.

I can't talk to them. Cause, where is the point to talk to people who don't know what you're going frew. Who have a lovley family, and a place they can call home. I had a house, but I didn't have a home. People were giving me glances of pity and disgoust.

They thought I had everything-but I had nothing. Does money bring happines? Can it take the pain away? Can it save you from destruction? Can it look over the highest walls of capture in your own body? Can it?

I was searching for freedom. And freedom is something true. Something that you can call home. Or at least I thought so.

"Honey, come down stairs! The guests are waiting to greet you. You are the birthday girl, remember?" Shit! Again my birthday, full of fake smiles and cheesy presents and a lot of unknown people. 

I hated it. Hated the pretending and showing my face to people. If I could only be normal. But NOOO... My dad had to be a billionare. Ya, I know what you're thinking. Why the hell are you complaining? I would LOVE to be on you place. Can we trade? Unforunatly not. 

It was just that I hated this. Being locked up. At least I thought like that. If I could only die.Of course I am thinking of suicide, but I belive that that's a sin. No one should end his life, if you were given it. 

"Ya mom. Be down in a sec. I just get my shoes on."

"Ok honey. We'll be waiting for you" You'll be waiting? Well that's a surprise. I thought that you're to run away from the birthday girl.

It is my sixteenth birthday today. And till now, it sucks. 

I guess I'll just have to squeze my teeth and survive it like I always have to. And pretend to me their perfect little daughter. I just hated when thay thought that I knew nothing about life. Other way around, excualy. I knew too much. 

It's kinda my routine. You know? Wake up, survive, go to bed. Wake up, survive, go to bed. Wake up, survive, go to bed. And on and on and on and on.

I did a one last time check up in my giant mirror. My red dress was squezing tje life out of me, that's how tight it was, and my six inch shoes were killing me. My fett are going to hurt today. And probably tomorrow too. 

I slowly took my way down the stairs and I could hear people shout up and look towards me. I had to make a great entrance, just like my mother told me. Slowly walking down the stairs, I could hear people talking about me.

'She's beautiful'

'She's so thin. Don't they give her anything to eat?'

'She's such a bitch'

And like that I came down where everybody started hugging me, and kissing me, and congratulating me. Well you know how it goes, don't you? 

Authors not:

Hope you like it. I know it's a short chapter, but right now I'm more focusing on my other story MY MAN (werewolf fan fiction). I'll be probably writing short chapters and I'll try to upload as much as I can. 

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