PROLOGUE:

Ashley
And I toy with my past like strings to a violin.
Silence bleeds unspoken words, which I want to scream the truth.
But it doesn't, just more static and confusion.
Which I do not seem to mind, but it doesn't make anything better.
She knew the outlines of my face, but not my name; not what was within.
Her blue eyes possessed hate and affliction.
She walks amongst the girls with no souls and plastic hearts of love in their eyes.
She runs towards me with a predator look.
As I stand there to analyze her motives, I am knocked to the ground.
She stands over me to remove the taste out of my mouth.
The blood trickles with mystery, numb I feel with no misery.
Her so-called friends yell inaudibly chants of encouragement,
while trying to stab me with half-empty words and promises.
She grabs me by the collar of our school girl uniform, she says to me with difficulty
"You will tell everybody the truth, my brother did not do any of those things to you."
But he did, and I'm ready to fight.
She is trying to hold tears back.
She grits her teeth and speaks hoarsely, "You will not destroy us."
Like me, she is afraid.
"You'll be facing death if you say another word."
And she lets me go with destruction causing me to hit my head on the lockers.
I am still the one to blame.