Rachel POV :||

"Well, my dad was a drunk, and he abused me and my mother." I say, showing Lana a big scar across my eyebrow. "When I was 13, I started to abuse myself. I guess I was feeling empty. I thought I needed to die. But I discovered The Beatles." I say, sitting down in a chair.

"I don't smoke because that's how George dies. Lung Cancer in 2001. And then John.... he died when he was 40. He was murdered. But let me get back to what I was talking about. My mother divorced my father when I was three. I was homeschooled, and I had no friends, which is why I felt empty. I started cutting myself, because I thought it helped." I say, tears brimming my eyes.

"My mom sent me to live with my Grandma, but a week after I got there, she died. I was 14 when Mom married dumb old Todd. He gives not one shit about me. He forces me to stay in my room. He starves me, no joke." I say, tears falling out of my eyes.

"My life has been so unfair. My own mother hates me. She said so herself. She was talking to Todd. I remember the words. She said to him, I was a messed up mistake. Like my father. After I heard that, I tried commuting suicide." The tears are falling, and I'm trying to keep talking.

Lana just looks at the ground, staring in disbelief. "I have no parents really. I'm alone in this dark, depressing, world." I say, wiping my tears. Lana looks at me, and I can see tears in her eyes. She puts the cigarette down, and walks into the bathroom.

I'm pretty sure I heard her crying.

Written By Chandler.