Misty Carter almost took her life; no one cares. They just brush it off as her having a bad day. But her parents are too worried about their image so they send her to some therapist; he gives her a book, a book with a leather bound and blank pages. Blank pages so she can fill it up with her twisted thoughts and dark mind so they can "understand" her better. But they could never understand the things she's gone through: the pain, the abuse the loss, the torture. Everyone keeps leaving so why can't she leave? Although, she'll try to help lessen the pain of the few people that actually care about her when she's gone, when I'm gone. I'm Misty Carter and this is my book.