"I want to die," I whispered to myself as I took another hit of the marijuana I turned into a cigarette. I was inside my room and had no intention of going out. It would be difficult if the household staff smelled it and got high too; I'd be in trouble with Daddy.

After being locked up for a week, Daddy told me I was grounded to avoid further arguments. To prevent another fight, I didn't respond and just agreed to his terms. I'm so incredibly bored here—internet surfing, movie marathons, I even tried blasting music all day long, but it all ended the same way, with boredom.

Until I...