So Much For My Happy Ending

By Avril Lavigne ;) But I am feeling a little sad lately, d'aw :(

I'm updating my stories, and made some cool stuff on Polyvore.

I thought I'd give you the same preview I gave my friends over on Quizazz. I'm starting a book. A real book, and I decided to post the prolouge for everyone to judge. Love it? Hate it? Tell me :)

-Prolouge-

Monsters and ghosts are real too,

And they live inside us, and sometimes they win.

-Stephen King

-30 years earlier-

“Thanks for coming over, Zephaniah.” My friend, Josephine smiled. I kissed her cheek, and said, “Yes, next time you must come to mine.”

“I would love to. Are you sure you’ll be fine, walking home? It’s terribly dark.” She murmured, her coal black hair framing her face, and her golden eyes gleaming. I chuckled, and opened to cottage door in the front of her hickory wood house, and replied, “Of course I’ll be fine. Things like that happen only in a bad dream.” I said, before slowly walking into the night time air.

My hair was pulled back partly, in a pink bow, with the rest let down and slightly wavy. My passionate blue eyes kept sweeping over the deep green draperies that were covering all the willow trees.

The wind was chilly, but not so much that I had to wear a jacket. My long dress continued to get caught on thorns, and stickers. I tried not to tear up, when finally it ripped, tearing off the bottom ruffles.

But, despite the difficulties, I knew my own house wasn’t too far away. I kept walking, slowly, so to not rip anymore seams, for momma would be thoroughly enraged. I rounded the oh-so familiar turns, but soon found that they weren’t very familiar anymore.

I hiked up my skirt, and looked at the ground, the dirt path. Then, the trees, which were no longer willow, but a type that I had not ever seen before. I heard a whisper, barely louder than the wind, as if the wind itself had said it, saying my own name to me, “Zephaniah, Zephaniah, Zephaniah.”

I scanned the forest, before I continued to walk, trying to ignore my own name. But soon, it was no longer my name, it was telling me, “Wrong way, wrong way.” Like a child’s voice, singing it merrily. I felt the tears well up in my eyes, but I kept going, trying to convince myself it was nothing.

Suddenly, I felt something, it felt like a hand, grip my left leg, and the fingers clench around my ankle, making it snap. I cried out in pain, as the fingers just kept holding on, until I was sure the bone in my ankle was completely shattered, and I fell to the ground.

 I rolled over onto my back, and saw a young man. He seemed to be in his middle 30’s, with chestnut brown hair, not much unlike mine, and he had iced over gray eyes. I whimpered, from the scarcity of this man, and the pain protruding from my ankle. He stomped on my other ankle, and I felt it shatter also, like a broken window. I screamed, but the man just held me down and gagged me.

He grinned, as he kicked me in the stomach, cracking 3 ribs. I whined, and he said, “Shut up!” His voice was deep, deeper than a regular man’s.

“Stop playing. Just do it.” Said another, much different voice, and I turned my head to search for it. I couldn’t locate where the voice was coming from, but I noticed the man who had shattered my ankles was grabbing something out his pocket. He grinned again, and I whimpered, looking away, as the tears still ran down my cheeks, some into my mouth, the salty tingle on my tongue.

I looked away, because I knew.

I heard a bang, and felt something rip through my chest, and I felt my life slip out of my body. And after that, I never felt again.

Until, that is, I was sent back.