Okay I've had this story in my head for some time now and now I wanna give it try:) So let me know what you guys think:D

Prologue ~

When everything changes, your world feels like it's going to crash down. And you feel like you're never going to be able to rebuild it; no matter how hard you try. A life changing event can do that to you. You feel so sad and empty that you just want to shout and scream at everything and everyone.

When you're sad, people ask 'what's wrong?' and 'how are you?'

The only answer you want to give them is to leave me the hell alone and go away.

That's how I felt after my parents died.

I myself felt like I was dying on the inside; a slow painful death.

My life is like a piece of glass. In the beginning it is brand new, a shining object that captures the beauty of light.

But glass can be tainted with spots and become dirty. The more you clean, the dirtier it gets.

Then the glass breaks. You try so hard to put the pieces back together but you know that you can't. And then you end up with scars that'll never heal.

My sister says that we need to move on. And I have tried to move on, but the pain so too hard to bear. It feels like I can't make to the next day, but I know I will. I have my family to think about.

Elena, my older sister by five minutes. We're twins, well fraternal twins actually; though we do look a little alike. Only the same hair color though. I usually keep it curly instead of straight like Elena does. She's my best friend; she's the only one I can talk to about everything.

Our little brother, Jeremy, though is taking it much harder than I am. I remember the way his face stained with fresh tears as the news was brought to us. I felt so heartbroken then, and all I could do was watch and hold him as we both cried our tears.

Then there's Aunt Jenna; she became our legal guardian after the accident. I know she's trying to her hardest but she'll never be mom. No one can replace her and no one ever will. She can be sarcastic at times but she is trying and I do credit her for it.

Me on the other hand, I have no idea where I fit. When I go to school, I'm either known as 'Elena's sister' or 'art girl'. Yeah, I'm an art chick and I am proud of it. Painting is my life and it's the only thing that is keeping me from combusting. I go to school and all I get is sympathetic stares and constant apologizes.

I'm sick of it all.

I have no idea how I'm going to survive next year.

But I have a feeling, a strong feeling that something is going to happen. But I can't tell yet if it's going to be good or bad.