In The Stars

In The Stars

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Rejection. Something everyone can relate to. Me? I live on it. I'm the poor little girl who isn't supposed to have a happy ending. I'm homeless, orphaned, and had to watch my parents die. I can't get a job, so I can't pay for food. My life if a big pond of misery. So where does that leave me? Nowhere. I'm nobody. The only reason I exist is because I serve a purpose. We all do. What is that you may ask? Well, even I don't know. So I do what has to be done. The only way I know to stay alive. I steal. It's not my fault I grew up to be this way. I was raised by a family of thieves. That's why I'm the only one left. Everyone else in my family has been banished, sentenced to death, or doesn't even know this place exists. My parents tried to raise me better. They only stole to keep me healthy and happy. They wanted my life to be different from theirs. Secure a well-paying job, live in a safe neighborhood, raise a well-off family, the normal life. They wanted to watch me grow-up to be a successful women. However, there plans were cut short. They were caught by the Truzian Royal Guard. I went out to the square. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. One second I pushed my way to front, only to see ropes around my parents necks, the next the door underneath their feet gave out, and they're left their, hanging. I couldn't move. The only people who ever loved me, the only people who ever cared about me, were gone. Now here I am, a twenty-four year old woman who steals to keep herself and others alive. This has been my lifestyle for the last 11 years. Steady, the same, unchanged. Everything was perfect for me. Until I met him.
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***this book contains suicidal thoughts and tendencies, may not be appropriate for younger audiences*** In which she looks for the purpose of life. Lily Carter's parents died in a car crash leaving her and Laura, girl was depressed long before her parents passed away and with all the problems turning up now, Lily felt more miserable - if that's even possible. With her journey to look for life's purpose and grab the small pinch of HOPE - which is ironically her second name -, will she finally snap at the pressure and finally end it all? or will a small light lit her darkened world of grief and loneliness? * "So you know. The little goth girl who gets bullied is indeed a mess. There's this mess in her head that eats her alive everyday isn't it? What to do now Kaden? Tell the whole neighborhood and recieve an award for taking out a crazy in this world?" I spit like vomit. His eyes warmed up as I finished, "Lily. It isn't like that" "What is it then? People stopped caring... they gave up, why aren't you?" I fought my tears. "Because I feel the need to care. Did Leigh hurt you? Did she hit you?" he finally noticed the unusual redness of my cheek. I don't like the way he told me he needed to care for me. I felt like an obligation, a responsibility that he is carrying and carrying leads to getting tired and when people gets tired, they give up. I don't want them to give up on me. But they will, so it's good not to make them care for me in the first place. "I never needed anyone. I stopped needing anyone before, why start now?" I uttered the words again. Why? There is nothing to fight for. No mama. No papa. No sister to love me. No one. So why would I waste my life and the time of others to fix what is already broken - and someone who doesn't want to be fixed? If I may add. Maybe I gave up. No, scratch that. I gave up a long time ago - when my parents died, my hope and purpose went away with them.

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