This is a story I've just resently started working on. It's an original story that i came up with a few months ago, but i've only got a few chapters actually writen since then.

If anyone has any ideas they would like to see in this story please tell me. I might use the first five, or the first five that would make a good plot. Just because there are five already doesn't mean i won't use others if i find them good for the story. So please, feel free to share any ideas you have.

Prologue

'How long shall I live like this? When will the pain go away? Will I ever be free to be myself? Will I ever feel loved? Will I ever find love?' These were the thoughts running threw my head almost everyday after I hit 17.

I felt unloved. Like no one ever cared about me, and if someone did they had already left my life. To me there was no reason left to live, and yet that's what I continued to do. It's not that I feared death. No, not at all. To me living was just another challenge presented to me. A way to prove my strength to the world. I wanted to live, to fly free like an eagle not to be caged like a canary.

Everything in my life seemed to go down hill after I turned 17. Everyone started moving away. The only people close to me were gone now. So why continue? For the challenge, and also for the promise I made to the few people I cherish. To one day reunite them all, to live together and become our own dysfunctional family. This was one promise I hope to keep above all others.

Many times I thought death would be so much easier, but I pushed on with the hope of a new life ahead. To me giving up on my own life was like giving up on my friends. Something I didn't want to ever happen. I hoped above all else to keep them safe and alive for as long as I could, no mater the cost.

I grew up a happy child, with many family problems. Everything started turning for the worse after I turned 17. Everything that happened was my fault. I was accused of things I never did, and it hurt more than any knife possibly could. Yet I kept on living, to prove I'm stronger than they think. I wore my mask of happiness for all to see, and it worked…for the most part.

This is the story of a lonely girl, who held few close to her heart. This is my story, and my name is Nevaeh Skye Night. Okay so maybe that's not my real last name, but who cares? Not my family. To them I no longer exist. My real name is Nevaeh Skye Wolfenburger…now do you see why I changed it? Yeah, I thought so.