A/N: Hey guys! So just because you see this, don't think that I'm giving up on "I Don't Even Like You" because I'm totally not! I have a lot of fun writing that story! Sorry for not updating, I probably won't update it very often until school is up and running. I've had a lot on my plate with schedule switching and stuff with my band and all that jazz. But I promise I'm not giving up! I'm just also writing this because, well, have you ever been in the car or something, and then think of a plot that's REALLY good and just know that you can't pass up the idea? Well that's what happened to me. I hope you like it. And yes I know, the main characters name is "Seven." Like David Beckham's daughter Harper Seven. I just really like that name. So I can do whatever I want.

(BTW: Seven looks like Mila Kunis in my mind. So if you're imagining what she looks like, that's it. She's not emo or whatever the hell it's called. I think it's called hipster or whatever. Anyway, she's just naturally like this.)

Disclaimer: I have no fucking clue why I have to put a fucking disclaimer but here it fucking is. I don't own the Beatles and I never will. But I do own Seven. So ha.

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Seven POV 2012

Happy endings don't exist, true love is all a lie, wishes don't come true, and miracles are impossible. No one will ever truly be able to love me, because I don't stay grounded. As soon as I can I'm flying away and never looking back. No one will care, I'll just be another small town girl gone to the city. It's the way I am, and I'm never going to change. That way no one can ever love me, no one can ever hold me back from my dreams. And besides, it's not like anyone would ever truly love me in the first place. I'm too reserved. Independent. I don't believe in love and love doesn't believe in me. Sure people can get married and "love" eachother. But it's not love. It's lust. That's it. And that's all I'll ever feel. No one can break my barrier, and the only people that've tried I've walked away from before they could even merely put a dent in it. I'm impossible. If I don't have any attachments, there's no reason for someone else to have one to me.

It's not like that affects me. I've only ever loved one person and he was taken away from me. My brother- Miles. Hit by a car. Since then I've just given up. I get by, day by day. It works.

I'm always flying. I'm like a feather. I'll stay someplace long enough for you to see me and then I float away with the breeze- just another memory. That's all I'll ever be. A memory. The minute you think you've got me in your grasp- I'm gone.

I'm gone before you can even realize that you could never love me. Because that wouldn't be fair to you, would it?

I'm a stone cold bitch.

I put up a front that tells people to back the fuck off. I wouldn't mind telling what I really think. I'm a fighter. Mess with me and you'll regret it. The longest I've been in one place is 50 days because I had to spend 30 of them in jail. I'll bust you the fuck out.

No one can put up with me. I don't try to help them understand me.

No one gets that in my mind, I'm just afraid of getting my heart shattered again. Miles was the only thing I had. My parents died when I was two and he raised me. He was my brother, guardian, and bestfriend.

When he died, I died too.

In my mind I'm dead. I act like I'm dead in the real world. I'd rather be dead.

So what does it matter if no one will ever love me? Even I'm sickened by me.

I'm 21 year old Seven Violet Cruz. The worthless nowhere girl.

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A/N: Sooo? What do you think? Too over done? Too emo sounding? Too depressing? Write reviews people! Please!

I also apologize for any grammar mistakes. I wrote this on my iPad in the car and uploaded it on a free wifi server I found at a gas station. So, I didn't exactly get to check it all.