(Excerpt from Chp. 1)
*Lydia*

I locked my door, trying to ignore the insults that the much older children were throwing at me, calling me vile names, telling me to slice into my wrists deep enough to bleed out the life in my emotionally dead green eyes. I had never taken it into serious consideration, ending my life, ending my pain, but now, now all I wanted was to sleep, to sleep and to never wake up, never wake up, never face their taunts, never face the craving to feel the cold metal blade sinking into my pale skin, never face the urge to watch the blood well up but never spill over; I'd never have to face the harsh reality that my mother hated me ever again. This could be my eternal escape from this. But then something was slipped under the door, a small, square envelope with my name written in familiar handwriting on the back. I moved towards the paper curiously, hearing a pair of foot steps leaving away from my room as if they didn't want to be heard. I carefully examined the envelope and then opened it, and what I saw made me stop, my breathing barely above a whisper, as a small slip of paper fell out, along with a lanyard and another, larger bit of paper. I picked up the note and read it silently, tears welling in my eyes.

Lydia,
No one deserves the names you get called, especially not someone who did nothing wrong. I know that you want to go to that Warped Tour date, and so I got you these. Happy early birthday, Dia.
Margaret.

I smiled at the gesture of the orphanage owner. She may not like me, but she hates seeing people in pain. Wait, Warped Tour. Pierce The Veil is on this year's tour. She basically gave me a pass to see the four men who's music has kept me here.

1. If I Were You, I'd Put That Away

2. Welcome To The Family

3. Girl Of Glass

   Title credit- Suicide Silence; Just how fragile is Lydia?

4. I Won't Throw The First Punch, But I'll Always Throw The Last

5. I Can't Drown My Demons, They Know How To Swim

6. Relapse Is An Option?

7. A/N

8. A/N No. 2