9th grade. Depressed. Abused. That's my life. My mom died in a crash, my brother went insane, and my dad drank. Sometimes I wonder if anything is real or if my life is only a nightmare I need to escape from. When people show up in Robin's world she second guesses herself on trust. Do they really want to help her or are they out to get her. Is there anyone she can trust? TRIGGER WARNINGS! Sorry if this story sucks. I'm still a new writer with trouble staying concentrated and motivated. So it might seem weird or jerky. Again, sorry. Oh yeah, and it's not beta-read because I can't find a beta. If anyone can help please message me!