Author Note:- This is a resubmission of a previous story, I'm currently working through it in order to improve the story, as I wish to write a sequel.
The story contain adult content, gore, sexual content and strong language.
Thank you for reading and I appreciate any comments you may have.
I never thought of myself as a person of worth, believing that I would never find my purpose in this life. Never did I dream that by moving to this peculiar town on the bases of a coin flip I would find that purpose and alter my life forever.
Prologue
The coach bumbled down the barren dust covered roads which led to my destination, it was around five in the afternoon and it felt like I'd been on this god-forsaken bus forever. My ass was completely numb, and I could not find a comfortable position to rest my head and sleep, thus forcing me to have to stare out of the window at the fields and clouds accumulating overhead. At least I had my MP3 player to keep me company, music always seemed to take me to a place where I could be anyone and do anything I wanted, unlike, in reality; where I was tied to the hurt in my past, forever destined to carry it around like a heart-breaking backpack.
Let me tell you a little bit about what brings me here, on my travels to Santa Carla. My names Mariam and I'm 18 years old. My parents couldn't give a damn about me, preferring my other siblings, obviously I'm too much drama for them to handle. When I was 13 years old, something happened that changed me into the person I am today, although come to think about it, I was never a confident person, but I was always smiling at least. You see I'm a little bigger than average, chubby, and no one will let me forget it. I was bullied through primary school but not as much as I was in high school, man people can be so cruel, homing in on what makes someone different, picking at your insecurities until you feel like that is all you are, you have nothing else to offer.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic, something happened when I was 13 and it just broke me, I felt I was worthless, I felt and still feel like what happened is my fault and that I deserved it. After that I became introverted and my self-esteem literally disappeared, I cut myself off from my friends and I just became known as the 'weird geek'. I wasn't weird, and I wasn't a geek, I was just isolating myself that much that studying became my only solace and it took my mind away from my pain. As I got older I just had the overwhelming feeling of not knowing who I was anymore, believing that I didn't belong in my town, in my city, with my family, so I decided as soon as I finished high school that I would leave, go somewhere where nobody knew my name or knew my past. I randomly chose two places, Santa Carla and Long Beach deciding to flip a coin, I was relieved that I got Santa Carla I've heard it's full of strange people, maybe, just maybe I might fit in