I own nothing but Regan Lodge and some of the plot.
The voices sent a chill down her spine as she conversed with them in her bedroom. The window blinds were as closed as her emotions, showing no sign of light not even a little crack. Locking eyes with her would send you into another dimension of her dungeon of sadness that trapped her inside, slowly driving her to the edge of the invisible cliff, waiting to strike at her most vulnerable moments. It seemed as if everyone kept a safe distance away from her in case her ticking time bomb suddenly exploded. No one knew who she really was, she didn't know who she really was. Hurting herself, keeping herself locked up was the only way she kept her loved ones safe. Her demons weren't to be trusted in the outside world. They prowled around dangerously trying to cause pain in the lives she cared most for.
She was deranged.
She was Regan Lodge, the daughter of wealthy business people. Hiram and Hermione noticed her behavior, they denied anything was wrong making her feel invalid as though the brunette wasn't normal. She was crazy. Those were repeated words that escaped her mouth during her sessions in the bathroom, burning hot water pierced her skin as she dunked her head under water. Maybe she had those small reasons to continue breathing even if every breath decreased a willingness to continue her life. She would never be her sister, Veronica Lodge, the perfect daughter and the perfect girl in the eyes of her parents.
Regan was the opposite of her older sister. It was if Veronica was everything they ever hoped for in a daughter which only lead to the mistake that came next, herself. Weakness, hopelessness. Those couldn't explain what she truly felt, no words could.
The piercing screams of the figments around her enhanced quickly as her heart rate, she threw the pillow over and over to the what looked so real to her. It wasn't real. It was just sounds, sounds that made her feel like she was on the outside looking in and someone was going to hurt her.
Sobs were replaced by by gun shots, policeman, her father in handcuffs. The way everyone looked at her only checked what she already, she was crazy and only time would tell where her path would take her
Father. Handcuffs. Guns.
Those three things had stuck with her, memories engraved in her head. The next chapter was soon to come, a town called Riverdale would be their new home.
Truly hoped you enjoy the start of my new story, may this journey between us begin.
It would mean a lot if you told me what you thought of the prologue. What do you think of Regan?Thank you for taking the time to read this.
God bless you, and stay strong.
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~ Skip