...Live fast die young bad girls do it well. Live fast die young bad girls do it well.......My favorite song blasts in my ears as I walk towards the railway station with just one thing in mind.

I glance at the sea behind it as the moon's reflection shines on the surface of the crystal clear water. I slightly hear the sound of the sea waves crashing towards the seashore over the loud music.

Am I really going to do this? I think, pacing around thinking about my parents, my brother, my sister, my friends. My dad doesn't even know I exist. He'd rather lose me than lose one of his six precious and expensive cars.

There are a few titles to describe my mom. 'Verbal Abuser', 'Dream Crusher' and 'Discourager'. Knowing the fact that I'm an over sensitive person, she tries to fuck with my head, and succeeds every time. She's the worst mother anybody could ever have.

I'm sure anyone who knew about my mother as well as I do would agree with me. My mom buys me things I like and tells me that she loves me, but I know it's just an act she puts for others to see. Inside, she's the cruelest person———a thousand times worse than Cruella de Vil. She has a good side too, but, I've only seen it when she's with my brother and sister.

My brother and sister wish I was dead because I'm a terrible sister. I totally agree with them on that because I'm pretty sure I'm the worst sister someone could ever have.

Most of my tuition teachers almost always wish that they wouldn't have to teach me because I'm a pain in the ass. But, I'm not very sure about my friends because they seem to care about me more than my family does and are really nice to me unlike my family. Also they understand me more than anybody else does.

I can't think of anyone else to ask for help, when the person who put me in this world——situation I would say—— in the first place doesn't even answer my prayers.

I wish I would find someone soon who would understand me and help me become a better person. But I don't know if I'd last that long. I pace around for another minute or two thinking and thinking. Live....or die. Live....or die.

Finally I come to a conclusion and I walk towards the railway tracks. I kneel down on the ground next to it and slowly lower my neck onto the cold metal. The coldness of the metal sends shivers down my spine. I feel the track vibrating, telling me that a train is approaching.

I see a single light at a distance. I brace myself as it comes closer and closer. Now the train is a few feet away from me, and I think, If I'm no use to anyone, why the fuck should I waste more time in this horrible world? When the train is an inch away from my face, I start panicking. Suddenly, I feel the air inside my body being forced out at once——

I wake up immediately to see that my room is dark, except for the fact that there's a bright light right in front of my face. I rub at my eyes trying to focus. I've fallen asleep with my earphones on, and I realize that my brother's sitting on my stomach holding a torch. He switches it off when he sees that I'm awake.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I scream at him. "I was having the best dream ever."

"No you weren't." I look at him curiously, wondering if he knows what I was dreaming about. "You were drooling all over your pillow," he says. Sighing with relief I tilt my head back to see a huge wet spot on my pillow.

"Yeah, whatever," I say, turning back to him. "Now get off me. I need to sleep."

"No you can't. We need to leave home early because I have to be at school by seven," he says. I glance at my alarm.

"Okay. I'll wake up at six then. It's still five thirty," I say.

"But you take hours in the bathroom. If you go now, you could take your own time and get ready."

"Let me sleep a bit more. I won't be late for school," I say, falling back onto my pillow.

"Promise?" He says. I hesitate. Then after what seems like a long time, I say, "Promise." And he leaves me as I drift off to sleep.

I feel drops of cold water trickling down my face. Too lazy to open my eyes, I ignore it and go back to sleep. A few seconds pass, then I feel it again. I run my tongue over my lips to make sure it's water. When I realize it is, I go back to sleep again.

Suddenly a whole lot of ice-cold water falls onto my face, and I sit bolt upright on my bed, gasping. My sister who's one year younger than me stands beside my bed, holding a jug.

"Shit! What was that for?" I scream at her, pissed. She shrugs and walks out of my room, which angers me more. I look at my alarm and notice that the time is ten past six. I grab my clothes from my cupboard and rush to the bathroom.

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