I shivered as I walked through the lonely streets. This was not what I wanted. Definitely not what I wanted. I wanted popularity and I wanted to have fun in school. I wanted friends and a boyfriend. Not what I got, I wanted something different than this. This was hell. This was punishment for my selfishness, probably, but this was also so wrong.

I sighed as I rubbed my hands over my arms, attempting to get warm. It didn't work. I looked around. It was dark; the only light were the street lights. It made it seem like a horror movie and my life felt like one. There was no one who would protect me because all my friends were fake. My boyfriend - if I could even call him that - was the definition of evil and my parents… god knows where they are.

I've never been more hurt in my whole life. Both, physically and emotionally. But no one would know and no one would safe me and I knew that. I was aware of the fact that I lost all the things I had because I wanted more. I also knew that this would be my new life until someone would notice and help me through this.

But I wasn't counting on that. I was only hoping for it to stop. Just stop. No friends, no boyfriend, no school, no popularity… I didn't need that. Because everything in this picture… in my story was fake. People in school weren't really nice to me because I was so likeable. I knew that they were afraid of me. I didn't blame them. I threatened them. But not on purpose. I told them to never tell a soul about anything and to never make up rumors which weren't true even though they were or they'd regret it.

I turned right and finally reached my street. It was pitch black by then, because the street lights were shut off. I assumed that it was because of the storm that was currently going on. Not only in the real world, but also in my life. There was nothing that was perfect for me. My only escape was my diary. My only help my guitar. And they weren't really helping.

My house seemed too far away. I almost wanted to just stop and stay out in the streets and pray for my death. I couldn't live like this anymore. I had nothing to live for anyway, why should I even consider staying alive? Oh right… my mother told me - before she left me - that we all were on earth for a reason. Well, I couldn't find my reason, so I guess my 'reason' to be on earth was to pleasure this guy I was with.

I also knew that I couldn't really kill myself because I was just too darn afraid of death. I finally reached my house. It really was my house because, like I said, my parents left me and I had no siblings or whatsoever. I didn't even have anything to come home for! But I still staid home, because I had that silly hope that maybe my parents would return and apologize and I would forgive them and we would be a happy family. But I knew this was never going to happen.

I opened the door to my house and closed it, leaning against it. The whole walk home, I tried hard not to break down. I tried hard to hide my tears and I tried to understand the sense of living my life. I didn't break down and I didn't let one tear leave my eye. But I couldn't find any sense in staying on this earth. This didn't stop me from being afraid of dying, but it made me sad. Of course, I would love to just be happy and leave this planet, but I knew I couldn't.

So, instead of killing myself, I slid down the door and burst out in tears. I cried for almost an hour until I decided no one was coming to comfort me. So I got up and walked into the bathroom. I looked for the razor and found it after what seemed like forever. I took a blade and held it to my wrist. And slowly I put pressure on it and slid it over it. It didn't hurt. Not even once. It didn't matter how deep I cut, it didn't matter how much I bled… I couldn't feel it.

That night, my nightmare began. My boyfriend, who I thought was the best, not only cheated on me but also, he hit me. And threatened me to stay with him because if I didn't, he'd kill me. My friend, who I thought was actually my friend, helped my boyfriend cheat. How? She was the person he cheated with. She didn't see him hit me and abuse me, but she cheated. That's how I realized that my world started to be fake.

That's how I started to cut myself and see no sense in my life. That's how my nightmare began and that's how I realized that nobody really loved me and would come to my rescue. I'd like to call that my life before the storm. Because the actual storm started when someone actually entered my life by themselves. That's when the storm started. That's where it all really began. That's where my life started to change.

This is just an idea that popped into my head today. So if you like it review and tell me. I already have three chapters so I would probably post the next one tomorrow or so. So just review and tell me.

By the way, this has nothing to do with the song 'Before The Storm'. It was just a metaphor for her live. Of course, the person we're talking about is Miley. Well, now that I cleared that up, review and let me know if I should continue this story.

Thanks and hope you enjoyed it.

xoxo Christkind2009