Through the Dark

Through the Dark

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My name is Marilyn Smith. I apologize in advance to whoever found me, but you mustn't worry. For I have joined the stars. I have no family so don't fret. My mother died as I was a young girl and my father was the one who pulled the trigger. Marilyn smith is a 17 year old. Girl who has been on the run since the age of seven. It has been 10 years since her father went to prison for murdering her mother and her (or so people thought). They never found her body but they figured he stashed her away. Her father is getting out of prison and is determined to find her. Will she leave her love to be safe? Or will she die trying?
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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