Prologue

"Was It A Dream"?

Out of all the things that had happen to them, all the heartbreak, the disasters, the other ones, this had to be the worst. How they used to sit together in sunny joy cuddling on their sheets rubbing her plump stomach. They were so content, so happy. But why would God do this? Was it a sign for them to just give up on life?

There was not a dry eye in the in the dark chapel. Not a single soul not having a bowing head and a broken heart. The rainbow art work in the windows was shunned out from the wave filled of black dark clothing and frazzled hair. The once joyful sounds of hymns were replaced with high pitched wines and nose blowing. The only person that was now peaceful and plentiful was little Cecily Danielle Cooper laying beneath a cooper gold door in soft red velvet.

Connie Monroe sat in the front of the church shaking in utter terror. Was it a dream? Did someone need to pinch her to wake up? Was she just hallucinating? She squinted through her blurred tears to make out the scene. The way her daughter was crawled up in her seat frightened her and how she had just got up to stumble out of the church trying to contaminant herself.

The entire room turned and stared at the girl stumbling down the aisle trying to contain herself. The aisle she walked on once before with her Mom guiding her to the once love of her life who stood at the alter in glee. But now it was all over. They wanted nothing to do with each other. Not a single bit.

As soon as the heartbroken now ,black headed beauty made her way into the pouring rain she completely lost it crumpling to the ground screaming in cries. She didn't move. She didn't want to. Even when the whole church departed. Even when the carried out the tiny casket. Even after her mom tried to get her to go home. Even when her now, Ex husband said, "I love you".

Her life seemed over...

But it was just the beginning.

So hello there Fanfictioners (My word processor had a fit when it saw that). I haven't written any stories lately because as my parents call it, of been being a teenager. That involves laying in bed playing Angry Birds, rapping Lil Wayne and of course eating hoping some fat will go up into my boobs. But that doesn't happen.

So I wanted to let you guys know, I will absolutely try to update this as quick as I can. This will NOT stay very sad for awhile. Because there is always a light at the end of the tunnel :)

See you guys later...and please review.

I don't want to beg like a little fat baby for a cupcake but I'd appreciate it :)

And I wanted to start asking questions after each chapter so here goes.

Question: What song would you suggest for me to add to my crappy Ipod?

My answer for you: Lighters by Eminem and Bruno Mars.