Yes... Don't mock me, life is harsh and this story is to tell others: We Can Do It! Yes. My parents are amateurs and they only scold and "spoil" me, They don't care about the shit they put me through, and surprisingly, the thing that kept me from suicide was PIMD. Yeah, my mom's getting her second divorce and us a workaholic that forgot my birthday, my dad finds any excuse jst to scold me. We can all do it. -------- Megan Hope climbed into the car, crossing her fingers as she hoped that she got the chance to go. Be free. Leave. "Hope, get your scrawny butt out of that car and walk. WALK AWAY." Megan sighed. Her parents stopped "loving" her after they she had told them what she felt about them. Her mom was convinced by her step-father that she was a disgrace; filth. Megan didn't care, she had always thought of commiting suicide. Life wasn't the easiest. It wasn't even beautiful in her eyes! It was cruel. Hurtful. Decieving. Just like her childhood, just like her life. They say flowers can lighten anybody's mood, how come Megan hasn't smiled in two years? She lives right near a garden full of fresh, beautiful daises and roses. It might be the thorns... Orthat daisies are the flower of death and it drains happiness from Megan's heart? Ding! And no. Megan sighed as she walked away from the house, her belongings with her and her key in her mother's possesion. She would never go back. Never. She had no where to turn to, not after her latest fight with her so-called "Best Friend Forever". She was being sent to boarding school. Not the est like her mother had promised. No, her mother began treating her like scum after that outburst at dinner. Nooo...! She wasn't allowed to "do this, do that"! What exactly can't she do? Her phone was taken away, her computer, everything. "DON'T COME BACK HERE!" Her step-father hollered after her across the street. Megan yelled back, "WHY WOULD I YOU SON OF A BITCH?!" Megan began running. She would catch the subway and then the train, then she'd be free. Boarding school just miles away... She'd be free! But forgetting. She could never. Her childhood memories, they mght be bad, but there was good in them. She had good memories, and she was attatched. She still loved her mom, even after she began ignoring her. She loved her dad, even if he stopped calling her. Yes. She could never hate, never ignore. "..." She could never escape that hell she called home... She still calls it home now. She was soul bounded to the place where she wanted to leave most. Life, oh how confusing and cruel... God had given her such a tricky puzzle. Some kind of egnigma she couldn't solve. Oh how punishment could be so harsh. Giving somebody with no experience a life they didn't deserve, The compliments and praise she never got from her family, the love she would never have. Even satan wouldn't let her commit suicide. Nobody stopped her... Or so she thought. "Megan?" -------- I put a lot of feeling and time into this, yes. I didn't do my homework. But I hope you get the message. Life isn't a game. Even if you play it, you'll never beat it and get perfect scores. I hope you guys will support me and read and comment, because I really want feedback... My first time writing something so... Idk how to describe it. Thank you for reading~ ~