I changed the Prolouge a bit so it fits in more with the story.
I didn't like the way it went at the end. Enjoy and PLEASE review! :')

Prologue

This was it.

All I had to do is jump and it will all be over.

The pain, the suffering, the torture I call my life will be gone.

It's not like anyone will miss me anyway, they all hate me, they haven't admitted it YET but I know that they do.

I see the way they look at me. I'm mad, I'm crazy, I'm fat and I'm ugly. No one wants me. I have no purpose. Some may even call me a physcopath. I just can't handle it anymore.

I don't want to live this life, if you can even call this a life. I've tried everything, I hardly eat and I weigh just six and a half stone, my face is almost always covered in make-up, but no, that's not good enough.

It will never be good enough.

I'd love to be slimmer and I'd give anything to be prettier. For someone to notice me, but the voices continue to remind me that I'm worthless.

So here I am, standing on a bridge above the busy cities of New York ready to end my life. No more torture, no more suffering, and the world will have one less psychopath to deal with. It's a win-win situation.

I can hear my moms voice in the distance, I hear her calling out for me. She's the only one that cares for me. She's the reason I'm still alive. But I know even she has a hard time taking care of me.

It shouldn't be like this.

But no one seems to get what it's like to be me. To have a million voices tell you horrible things about you 24/7. Letting you know how worthless you really are.

It's plain torture and none of you will ever understand.

Oh, I haven't introduced myself have I? I'm Miley Cyrus. I'm nineteen years old and I have Bipolar. Welcome to life in hell.