Prologue
A teenage girl walks through the streets alone. She has long black hair with red streaks and red eyes. She doesn't go to school, dropped out a while ago. She's done her fair share of drugs in her time. She lives alone, in a dumpy apartment she can barely afford. Her clothes are pretty worn out, with many tears in various places. This is Analiese.
I am alone. I always have been. I always will be. I've never had anyone to comfort me. The oldest memory I have is of waking up on the streets as a small child. None of the adults paid any notice of me.
One day, I had decided that I should go to school like the normal kids. I was able to slip into the back without being noticed, mainly because no one was paying attention. The teachers told stories about guardian angels and guardian devils who watched over us. Some people didn't believe the stories. I believe them. I know they exist. I've seen them flying around, hovering over whomever they we're protecting. But I don't have any. No one's ever followed me around. It's like I don't exist.
After a couple of years, I dropped out of school. It's not like it was doing me any good anyway. I'm not a real person. Here's how I know - real people can die. I can't. And you can bet I've tried.
Once I decided to try using drugs. No one had told me they were bad, no one had told me they were good. Absolutely no persuasion had come my way, so what did I have to lose? I started with light drugs, but they didn't seem to do much, so I moved on to more serious drugs, which also didn't do much.
There was a day where I jumped off a building. I landed head first and stood back up a few minutes later. Sure, it hurt for a while, but I didn't die.
Then I thought maybe a tall bridge over a violent rushing river might be better. I temporarily lost consciousness, but I didn't die. I woke up on the shore a couple miles down from where I went in.
After that I tried everything I could think of - stabbing, shooting, you name it. They healed right up. I was tired of it. I just surrendered - gave up. There was no point in living, and no point in dying.
I am stuck in existence. Always have been, always will be. There is no hope for me, no hope for any sort of change, no hope at all.
This is Analiese. Little does she know, she's about to find out everything.
End of Prologue
A/N: Yeah, super short, I know. I couldn't think of anything to add without cutting into the first chapter. First chapter will hopefully come soon. Leave a review if you like :)