Hey guys,

This idea just came to me, from some writings of my own, and I wanted out it up,

see what you guys thought. Also, Inkheart is an awesome book! Thanks.

(p.s first chapter will be quite short, but they'll get longer)

Chapter 1

Meggie stared blankly out the window and into the distance, a blank sheet of paper in

front of her, and a pencil held loosely in her grasp. She didn't have the energy or indeed

the want to do anything, or go anywhere, anymore; she spent her days sitting like she was

now. Hoping. For something to come – for something, anything.

But, like every day, eventually she began to scratch her pencil on paper, trying to make

someone understand how she felt… But no-one would listen really. And the only person

who ever had was far, far away, in some place she didn't know. So she wrote, her only

escape.

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There was nothing in her heart, her mind blank, void of all emotion, the usual concoction

of thoughts and ideas, hopes and excitement, emotions and insights, replaced by nothing

but the endless monotony of a life not worth living.

She sighed, not bothering to hide her depression any longer. Her excuse, "I'm tired" did

little to reassure and silence the array of concerned voices that peppered her with

questions, any longer. Frowns just stared at her.

Yes, depression. She had finally put a tentative name to what she herself could not fully

understand. Though the word did not fit with what was happening inside of her, what else

was she to call an emotion that did not exist, at least for her?

For it was not depression – not the interminable sadness that crumpled your entire being,

reducing you to a shaking, helpless wraith, a mere shadow of your former self – but an

absence. Of what, she couldn't say. Hope? Love? Care? Compassion? Any emotion at all

really, but it was not within her heart.

What scared her even more, was that she did not care about even this – and perhaps this

was the worst thing of all, because it sent her through tangled branches of mind games,

tearing and scratching at the weakening pillars of sanity that threatened to collapse.

And then there was the hope – flickers of light, pealing like bells, flashing like lightening,

but always, tantalizingly, just out of grasp, though grasp she did and wildly so, before

inevitably, they were gone, swept away by the wave of despair, loss and urgent need for

the light. But, as always, it was consumed with a fiery vengeance, as if her mind was

purposely doing this – perhaps in someway to protect her? But in the end, there was no

way to tell, and she did not care to find out.

Most of all, she loathed – a vague emotion, somewhere locked away – being alone, the

terrible emptiness muffling any hope of her surfacing back into… Something normal.

Somewhere where she could laugh and cry, and love and hate. Somewhere where people

wouldn't gasp, eyes wide and obtrusive, at the purplish-black bruises slanting beneath

her deadened gaze, but to once again meet a determined and sweet blue gaze, eyes

twinkling with delight at the beauty of life itself.

But no longer.

Just ceasing to exist, her heart was extinguished, like the dark clouds of night drawing a

veil across a bright lit moon – but it couldn't claw its' way back to life, not now that dank

moss was clouding all hopes of a new spark.

Truly, her whole being felt like a path of the moon, her life slowly disappearing, fragment

by fragment, night by night, until, inevitably, she was swallowed up whole by the

shadows.

But this time, the night sky was not obeying the rules…

Ok guys, here it is – chapter 1, please tell me what you think! Reviews!! :)

~ kris ~