Status: My frist story.

Save Me With a Song

-Elizabeth
I guess you could say that everything was my fault really. I was the unwanted child. And a girl on top of that. The only person who loved me was my grandma, she taught me how to sing. Then she died. Now the only way I can express myself is through my words. I don't care about the bruises I just want someone out there to hear my voice.

-Jake
For so long I haven't been able to say a word. Mom thinks it's because I'm too stupid to say anything at all. I'm not. I juts don't have anything to say to her, or the other people. I just want to be left alone. I just want someone to understand that I don't have to speak.

Two people. Two lives. One meeting and one song that hasn't been sung.