Just Not Enough

Just Not Enough

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FLASHBACK: The young Kyla stood behind the slightly opened door, that had a small creak. Where she witnessed her own mother's death. She layed there.... Lifeless. The woman that gave her life. Lifeless. This was not an everyday thing . This was not normal. The beatings and continuous screaming exchanged from her parents had continued on for a few months. This was normal for 'her'. It was something she had grew accustom to. There stood before her was her own father holding the ironing board that was used to end his own wife's life. Who she thought was once her hero, didn't turn out the way she expected him to be...
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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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