[ Cierra ]

Life wasn't good, but Cierra didn't care.

She didn't care about anything anymore. She was alive, but not living. In her new foster home they yelled at her when she did something wrong. But Cierra didn't care.

Her foster parents simply wanted her to obey at home. Whatever she did outside of their house wasn't their problem. They had no idea.

At school each day, she'd do drugs with her friends in secret. She would sneak out and party whenever she had the chance. She slept around with whatever guy she wanted to.

She was alive, but not living.