Whitney Barbetti

I've come to understand that I'll always find her. She's my North Star, my sense of direction. In her I've found my home. She tells me I saved her. But the truth is she saved me....

When I was 17, I disappeared. I walked out the door of my apartment with a backpack and never looked back....

I was born in sadness, which was just the beginning of a solemn and desolate life. I'm no stranger to pain - none of us are. The night I held my best friend's hand as she died, I understood true agony. And I never thought I'd feel happiness again....

My name is Parker. My body is marked with scars from an attack I don't remember. I don't want to remember. I choose to live my life by observation, not through experience....