I was just so excited that I finally got over my writers bloke that I had to post this! It's just a prologue so its really short but it'll give you something to look forward too;) Enjoy!

Falling Into Chaos

Book III of the Falling Apart Series

Prologue

It's hard to imagine something ending.

I remember when I first meet the crew. How I probably looked like such a dork, staring at my idols who were standing in front of me, strong, happy, real.

I remember when I was finally asked to join their crew, how happy I had felt. How loved.

I remember the parties and the laughter and the joy that surrounded me. The feeling of belonging somewhere and being wanted.

It's hard to imagine that in a few short moments it will all end.

I won't get to go to sleep listening to the sounds of my nakama's snores, or feel the waves rocking me protectively like a mother would her child.

I won't be able to play games with the others and run around and laugh.

I guess I've technically died once already but… this time…

If I close my eyes this time, I don't think I'll be waking up again.

The feeling was strange. It had hurt, god had it hurt, but then it just stopped. Like someone flipped a switch. And everything was just numb. I felt sleepy and calm even though I knew what was happening and knew that I needed to stand up, needed to help them. But I couldn't. My body had stopped listening to me.

So this was it then? This is where it would end for me? Bleeding out with a hole through my stomach… alone.

Was I going to die alone?

That thought seemed to scare me more than the fact that I was dying.

I forced myself to blink, quickly regretting it when it took too much effort to try and pry my eyes open again. I stared with slightly blurry eyes at the dark grey ceiling above me, looking but not really seeing. My mind was elsewhere.

We had won. I thought we had won. We were all back together again.

And then…

Suddenly the numbness was gone. A shiver that burned through me at the thought of them brought back the agony. Fear welled up inside me, replacing the calm. Adrenaline pumped through me and I felt my vision sharpen. I could now see more detail in the cold steel ceiling. Before I could blink again a face came into my view, bending over my dying body.

"He is here for you. He is here for his Dark Song." The empty eyed, pale child spoke in a haunting voice that would haunt my dreams for years to come.

The child reached out to me and with the last of my energy I screamed.

And everything went black.

Aren't I a mean person? Coming up next: Chapter One - Beginning of the End.

Until next time!

-Ang3l