DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mindfreak or Criss Angel – Las Vegas/Luxor/A&E probably do.

This is just something that has been plaguing me for a while so I'm going to try and get it down. I will try and keep people's personalities as close as possible.

WARNING: This is a bit of an upsetting intro, I promise things get cheerier as the story goes so bear with me.

SYNOPSIS: (Mindfreak) After a dreadful loss Nicola is talked into going on a vacation to Las Vegas by her friend. Still trying to cope with the loss will a certain illusionist help her believe there is a light at the end of the tunnel?

BELIEVE

Intro: Happily Never After

It was all so perfect. Our perfect wedding was meant to be in a few weeks and we could have had the fairytale that we dreamed of. It kills me when I remember the last thing I said to him. I wanted him to stay home but he was adamant about going out on that motorcycle. 'If you're not careful you are going to kill yourself' I scolded him, of course he simply replied with a smile and a kiss, he knew it always worked on me. He promised it would be a simple trip to see his brother then come straight home, it makes me cry to think his brother was the last person to see him alive.

My world fell apart when I got the call from the hospital, it all seemed so unreal, like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. He had been in a collision with a drunk driver, the fact that the other guy survived makes me mad. I wanted him to be struck by lightening or hit by another driver, that's not like me, how I wish that guy could understand the amount of pain I'm in. I miss him so much, the nights are the worst. I can still smell his cologne on the pillows, it lets me believe he is there so I can slip into a horror movie of a dream that reminds me of the reality. I miss the way he snored lightly and how I use to pinch his nose to stop it, I miss the way he would hold me after a bad day at the office, I miss... I miss... God, this is so unfair.

My mum and dad are on their way to see me, they want to be supportive as I go through the funeral processes with his family. His family have been nothing but nice to me since day one, they always thought we would be together forever... ironic really. His brother is in an absolute state, he's in therapy at the moment. He comes to check up on me everyday, we've been mourning together as we both have a baggage about the situation – he regrets asking him to come over and I regret my last words to him as he left. My best friend Lizzy is with me, she helps me keep what sanity I have left.

I had to be with his parents to see the body, I couldn't believe it was him. He looked beat up and pale, his brown hair was matted and messy and I couldn't even bare the thought of what colour his lifeless eyes were now. The image haunts me in my sleep every night, and I always wake up screaming. We should be getting married in a couple of weeks, we should be having our happily ever after... all I'm left with is an empty heart and a 'Happily Never After.'

I miss you Noah, I love you so much... come back... please... come back...

Ok, that's the intro done - please review and let me know what you think. As I said this is something that has been sitting in my head and eating away at me so it was due to come out at some point - perhaps now I can get a decent night's sleep.

It's slow to start but if you are patient then it will get better.

Well, what do you think? Please review - constructive criticism is needed :)