I'm told over and over again that people have it terrible, but I believe I have it the worst. My name is Abby and I have no idea why I was born into this horrific earth. My parents sent me to a Rehab Asylum because of my suicidal thoughts that not even my therapist can recover. I make a few friends (key word, few) the past few weeks I've been here, and a boy named Gerard. Let's just say, he's pretty hot.