Before you read this story

Thoughts are in italics

There's a bit of swearing

"Is it on? I hope it is.

That's it. I'm done. Done with my life. I can't live anymore. I've been cutting for a while now and the pain doesn't seem to go away. I've been called a worthless piece of garbage by my father and a slut by mother. Everyone thinks I'm crazy, stupid, and possibly even mental. I'm none of those things. I'm just an actress. I'm known as a drama queen. But I'm not. I'm just an actress. I've been called the method actress queen but I'm not. I simply want to be an actress.

This is my story. I don't want to say names but it's obvious who I'm going to talk about. To everyone who thinks the world revolves around them, I'm sorry to break it to you but it doesn't.

Jennifers and Mercedes. Thinking about them just makes it easier.

Sweetie, you can't always get what you want. Once again, the world does not revolve around you. You can't just ask your daddy to get you something all the time. You can't go walking around school, with the two bitches at your feet, ready to do whatever you tell them to do.

And, my first boyfriend. You were the shittiest boyfriend ever. How could you. I thought what we had was real. True love. I thought you were the perfect guy for me. The only guy for me. But then I see you kissing her. Out of everyone HER.

Just think of Beau.

I saw you kissing her. Don't deny it. I told you I was breaking up with you. You told me I was a slut. Am I right? Yes, you told me to get the f*** out of here and then you said I was a useless slut. A whore. I'm none of those things.

To my friend. The one that pretended to be my bestie. You were kind to everyone but me. I was just someone to use. To make fun of. You called be an idiot. You pushed me around. You said that Brandon was perfect for me. And then you kiss him. I should have known. Why would one of the popular people be friends with me? You were a cliché popular. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Looked like a Barbie to me.

But let me tell this to you. She never had blue eyes. She had green eyes and terrible vision. She had brown hair. She was adopted by Mr and Mrs Taylor. Yes, she was adopted. She was an orphan. She changed her personality completely and I knew. I was the only one who knew.

Last of all my parents. My parents were strict. There were rules I had to follow. I could never watch TV or go on the internet. The only time I was allowed to go on the internet was at school and for research. I was never allowed to cook either. You would give me breakfast, lunch and dinner and you would leave it on the table and go to work. The breakfast, lunch and dinner I had was always cold oats and water. If you were in a good mood I would have a small scoop for ice cream for dessert.

You wanted me to achieve big things. You wanted me to ace every single subject. Anything B or lower would be terrible. Mum, you wouldn't give me any food and you would lock me in my room. Dad, when you came home and saw the results which were on the table, you would scream and shout. You usually came home tired since we were not that rich and you would swear at me. You would scream and yell. I would be crying in bed and once the police came.

My name is Mikayla Parker… holding a knife. I'm holding a knife and I'm freaking out. I can do this. No worries. It will be over soon and I would be in peace. For a while anyway.

…and I'm ready to suicide. "

"And, you're done. I'll go send this to the producer. "

"Thanks Lucy."

"Whoa, that was intense."

"You are definitely getting this role."

"Thanks."

"Are you crying?"

"I don't want you to die!"

"It was just for a movie"

"Come with me."

"Hey, you were awesome"

"Really"

"Really, and Camille I just wanted to tell you, that I love you."

"I love you to Logan"

Alright, short one shot. I hope you liked it and I hope I confused you at the start.