Author's Note: Hello everyone, you might remember me. Well anyway I felt that my story Teach me to love again was horribly written, so I am re-writing it. I am sorry, I just felt I could have done better so I deleted it and I am re-writing everything. Some things are different in the story so, that is a heads up. Other than that I am hoping to keep it the same, when you read the prologue you will already notice a difference or two.

But please enjoy, Please and thank you.


Teach me to Love again Prologue.

"No, he can't. Please tell me you're joking?" A boy said. He couldn't- No he wouldn't believe what he was just told.

"I'm sorry, but it is the truth. I'm so sorry you had to hear that…" An elder woman said to the boy. She felt horrible having to tell him this.

The boy began breathing heavily and he ran upstairs to the elder woman's room and he quickly looked through drawers. Once he found what he was looking for he came back down and looked at the elder one last time. "Please tell me I'm dreaming. Am I? Am I just asleep upstairs in my bed? I would rather this be a fucking Nightmare!"

"I'm sorry. I would do anything to have helped him…"The elder said

"Liar!"The boy yelled gripping the object hard now

"Please, put that down, I promise I'm not lying. Please" The elder said. The boy ran out the front door into the pouring rain "Come back!" The elder yelled as she chased the boy.

"I can't accept anything in life with him here!"The boy yelled. He managed to lose the elder somewhere along the way.

Running. That's all he could think to do at the moment. Run. He ran until he couldn't run anymore, stopping somewhere along the countryside and into a field. He gasped for breath, bending over and putting his hands on his knees. After several minutes had passed he stood up finally and looked up at the sky. Its dark grey colors resembling something of a corpse or a spirit. He then took a look at the object in his hands, it was that accursed gun that he had seen and heard so many times.

He took one look at his surroundings, the sky, and then gun again. "I'm coming…just wait a little longer my love, then we will be together…forever…"

He held the gun inside his mouth, if what he had seen in movies about holding it at that angle was true, then it should still hit his head and he should still die. The boy put his finger on the trigger, he then began to slowly press down on it, but he stopped instantly. Why was he hesitating? He needed this, he needed to do it.

He took a deep breath, letting out a small cry. His shaking hands got readjusted again; he then moved his finger to the trigger and began to press down on it.

The elder looked up at the sky, after a crack of thunder the only thing that was heard was a loud bang