Disclaimer: I own nothing. Hamistasty and I own that bus though.

The summary doesn't belong to me either, as it belongs to the one and only, hamistasty.

Also, this prologue's written by her as well, and I assume, I'll do the next chapter... or the chapter after that? I don't know, whichever she'll feel more comfortable with...

WE GET TO FINALLY CO-WRITE. You can practically feel my excitement from wherever you are. No joke.

Shout out to Shante17, Christi Robinson, and of course, hamistasty. I'll even give a shout out to .Bedward, 'cause you're just that awesome. I love you too. Even though I only saw you for a fleeting minute after watching Twilight, but I DON'T CARE. I LOVE YOU TOO. xD

Apparently hamistasty is throwing this into the angst pile, so we'll just roll with it, right?

On with the prologue!

Everyday, I would wake up at the crack of dawn when the sun was just rising, when all the colors mix in to form a beautiful painting in the skies. Blues, purples, oranges, reds, yellows, and so on.

Everyday I would look up into those skies and imagine myself in them. Swerving, gliding, turning, and tearing through the winds and clouds in a plane, to a place far away from all my troubles and pain, away from family and financial status, away from it all.

Everyday I would wake up from my daydreams and start my day, hoping for a change, an improvement.

So, Everyday, I would take the public bus #52 for an hour and a half to get to the school bus stop, and then ride that bus to get to school on time. I live for school, I work to learn, I sacrifice everything to get what I want. To ride on that plane for hours and hours on end, To think freely. Breathe deeply, To live, for at least a moment.

At least, that's what I wanted before I met her. She changed my world, and turned me upside down. She confused my every thought, confounded my every epiphany. She made me think twice about my decisions.

She was magnanimous, eccentric, carefree, selfish, scatter-brained, confusing. She was fucking vindictive. But call me stupid if I didn't fall for her charms, her tricks, her games.

Call me and idiot, if I couldn't see right through her, ignore her from the first minute I saw her, look past what everyone else said about her.

I couldn't and I didn't.

Because I couldn't see past the fact that she was sexy, glorious, ethereal, magnificent, insecure, or troubled. One might have called her a vindictive bitch - But hell if I cared, hell if it mattered. I wanted it all.

Transcendental to it all, she was crazy and she was beautiful, in every way. With every look, every touch, every kiss, I would melt. She had the capability to set my fucking soul on fire, leave me begging for more, sustain me to keep going. I would have done anything she asked of me. I would have given her all my dreams and aspirations, everything, and she knew it.

I knew it. But I couldn't stop it.

Any of it.

I hoped she belonged to me.

But I was hers,

Wholeheartedly …
Undoubtedly…
Unhesitatingly…

But, everything fades , and everyone hurts.

The world's a cruel place, and she was a cruel girl, and I was an asshole.

And the glorious feelings we once shared together, or as I hoped was together, vanished…with every harsh word said, every slap, kick, and scream.

She took my God Damn heart.

And she broke my fucking soul.

I doubt I would ever get either back again.

So there it is!

Reviews are welcome, even if it contains a virtual slap. I like it rough anyway.

:)