Letters From An Admirer

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A dark grey colours the gloomy sky, and bolts of thunder fight for dominance over the sky, as the rain races to touch the ground. Water runs through the almost empty streets of Ever Falls. Children are probably tucked in bed by their parents, while having a cup of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. The rushing rain does not seize for a moment, nor does it allow one to smell the fresh air dodging the rain drops outside.

The rain is a perfect epitome of my past, with darkness having the upper hand. Its chains hold every limb attached to my weakened body, and my legs don't have the freedom of running, nonetheless walking. A heavy sack of weight drags me down and nothing is there to hold me upright. Melancholy surrounds every corner of my over clouded mind, leaving no space for a single speck of sunlight... happiness.

One night. One night caused years of living in torture, in self-captivity. One action sent a million pieces of glass scattered on the cold hard ground, not even glistening in the moonlight. Not a pair of hands has the ability to fix the broken pieces; no amount of glue is enough.

She lies lifelessly on the cold floor. The blood that once explored her veins, now paint the none-living surface. Her eyes don't blink, nor move. Her blue shirt, clothing her perfect figure, is now drenched in the typical red colour of the liquid that's supposed to be enclosed in our bodies.

The perpetrator stands next to her without a flicker of guilt in his green eyes. His black hair shines in the streaks of moonlight. By now gun residue surely covers his hand. His eyes are filled with pleasure, glad to have fed off the soul of another being.

The small table covering my tiny body offers no protection from the sight of the murderer. I'm not safe. I have to run... but where?

A tear trickles down my red stained cheeks, and a soft whimper betrays my lips. That's all it takes to catch his eyes, and in a second, lust blinds him. Effortlessly, he grabs my mop of hair and pulls my head, causing my body to follow. My shrill sounds of screams fill the silence travelling our house, but the man covers my mouth with his ironically warm hand.

He pushes me until my feet no longer touch the ground, and his heavy weight makes it impossible for me to stand back up. I try to push him off of me, but his manly strength is too much, especially for a twelve year old. His rough hand grabs both my wrists and pins them above my head. The screams never stop, but a piece of clothing eliminates the sounds coming from my lips.

Satisfied with my inability to scream, he unbuckles his belt and pulls down the zip. My tears must flood the vast space by now. I know what he wants to do. I feel the button of my jeans loosen, and the material being pulled down. My eyes shut. This cannot be happening, I'm too young for this.

Suddenly, the heavy weight is no longer weighing me down. Sounds of fighting enter my ear. My eyes open to see a police officer grabbing the man, and my neighbours stand there with worry in their eyes.

I would jump up and run into the comfort of Mrs Stone, but all the energy inside of me has been flushed down the rain.

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A/N: Hope you liked the prologue. Don't worry the book isn't going to be filled with sadness all the time. Thank you for giving this book a chance, it really means a lot.

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