There's fire everywhere. The whole house is caught on fire. I don't know where my parents are. I have no idea. I'm trapped in my room, trying to find a way out. There is none. I'm trapped, and I'm going to die. I can hear people screaming and crying. Someone's yelling my name, but I can't tell who it is. There's banging and grumbling all around me. I fall to the floor waiting to die. Please let me go quickly. Please, please, please.
Something cool surrounds me. It feels like a pair of arms, but I can't be certain. I look up into the face of an angel. "It's going to be alright," she says to me. And I believe her. I don't know why, especially when I'm surrounded by nothing but fire, but I do.
The next thing I know, I'm outside of the city. There's an ambulance blaring next to me, and my angel's gone. One of the medic crew sees me and comes over to me with an air mask. "We've got a little girl over here!" he yells to his team. "What's your name, sweetie?" he then asks me. I'm still in shock, though. I don't remember my name. "Can you tell me? We need to know who you are."
Finally, I whisper out in a scratchy voice, "Isabella Swan."
I OWN NOTHINGGGG
***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?
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"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.