So I occasionally write stories but my most important one was stolen from me and I haven't really been feeling my other ones since. But I was listening to my music and came up with this I feel closer to this one than the rest of them left, so let me know if I really should start it like Shandance said or if I'm just being stupid
Rebecca. That was her name, there was no middle and no end.
Her family? There wasn't any, no parents, or their parents, no aunts or uncles.
She was alone in life, and would be in death.
These were her final thoughts as she had drove the car she had stolen off the cliff, to get away, from the police, the pain, depression, loneliness, and life in general.
If you'd like to witness how she came to this option just continue to read her story.
This is Rebecca's Story.
