My name is Miley Stewart. I am eighteen years old. Why am I telling you this? Because I have a story. A story that needs to be told.

I remember the day exactly. The police barged in, right as he was about to strike. I was finally saved from that concrete prison.

The police wrapped an old, warm blanket around me. I trembled as I saw Justin's eyes targeting at me through the glass, rain-glossed windows.

The trees moved their branches in an oceanic manner. The wind through the leaves made a high pitch titter.

It seemed as though they were laughing at me, as they were before. Several years ago.


Its my first story so please be nice. I wrote it a year ago. haha. please review!