Runaway

How did I get here? How did I end up living in a shitty apartment, with drug dealers trying to catch me to most likely kill me, or sell me, to pay off their debt. I used to be normal. I lived in a white house in a good neighborhood, with friends and a boyfriend who loved me.

I used to be so much and now everyone thinks I’m dead. How did this happen to me?

this is my first story on here.. and I know its going to be shitty, but it will get better i promise. Many of the ideas in this book have been influenced by real events or music. THIS IS NOT A FAN FICTION. I am not writing about one specific band, but there are musical references in the story.

ALSO just to make this clear. the story is written in flashes. If things don't make sense right away, they will be clear sooner than latter. Ive spent a lot of time with this plot and i like how it is set up