Lila Carlton is a normal, happy girl. At least that's what everyone thinks. Underneath all that fake happiness, she is a broken, depressed girl. She is drowning in her insecurities. She thought she had everyone fooled till a new kid arrives in town, Ryder Jenkins. He is the definition of bad boy, wearing his leather jacket, and riding his shiny black motorcycle. When he takes a special interest in Lila, one question is asked. Will he be able to save her from herself? Just a note, I've decided to not continue with this story, so if you decide to read it just beware.

I didn't notice the blood stains on my shirt. I didn't notice my face drenched with tears. I didn't notice when we arrived at the hospital. I didn't notice my dad's smile on his face when he passed. All I noticed was that my watch had stopped moving.