"Two lonely souls become a not so lonely pair"
When alone in an empty world, when you start to think that everything has given up on you, right when you're about to give up on yourself, Alexis finally finds someone to help her find her place in this empty planet, but will she ever be able to fill the hole in her empty heart?
A few things you should probably know about me before you read this,
I am very lazy, I'm also awful at grammar so if I make any mistakes at least I warned you so no complaining.
I don't know if the story line is even that good either, mostly because I just thought of an idea and stuck to it because I'm lazy, but hey ho you never know till you try it so just give it a go. (Damn that was a good rhyme)
So anyway all you really need to know is the confusing story line, this is a story about a girl named Alexis writing a story on watt pad, whilst trying to get through each day without a fresh scar. So basically the story will be a mix between real life and a fantasy she is writing.
Just read the first chapter, and if for some reason you enjoy it, well then read on and be patient till I post another chapter.
Hope you enjoy, as I said this is my first story so don't expect too much,
Alejandra xx
my name is Alexis... Alexis Ryan. people just call me Alex. I was kidnapped at the age of 5. when I turn 18 they are suppose to do something to me... but I don't know what. they wont tell me until then. I just hope its not killing me. I live in the basement of the house I am in. I stay there with my best friend Brittney but I call her Britt. she was taken by them at the age of 5 too. she's now 15. we both are forced to go to school. but I don't mind really... I may be bullied at school but I'm stronger than them. school is a place to escape this house. get away from max, Jacob, and lizzie and some big man that hurts us. we always try to find a way to escape but its now use. we have a window but its to far up for us to reach, even if I stood on Britt's shoulders. plus the window is barricaded from the inside and out. and the fact that we have tracking devises in our hips. oh and since the day I was nine I could never talk... why? well you'll have to read my story to figure that out...