A/n: kay so this goes out to dark lili, it's a prequel to Lonely bones. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it depends on how many people like it, so enjoy! And remember to review

If you began reading this hoping for a happy and cheerful story,

well then stop reading. My story is not happy and cheerful. In fact it

is downright depressing, so please those of you who would rather read

something along the lines of a fairytale, close this page and maybe

venture into a happier section of fanfiction. No? Ok then, it all

started about a month after my fourteenth birthday.

I was having a pretty good dream actually, but then I woke up.

"How do you expect me to act?" the shout drifted up to my room from

downstairs.

"Oh don't act all inocent!"my father reacted.

"Im leaving!" there was the jingle of her picking up her keys, the

slam of a door and grumbling from my father as his feet slowly thumped

up the steps to his room. Just another morning. I got up, got changed

and went to lexi's room.

Knocking on the door I stuck my head in, "hey kiddo"

"hey," she yawned," I'll be down in a minute,"

I nodded and left the house as quietly as I could to catch my bus.

This was all routine. I would catch the bus, go to school, listen to

teachers and mingle with kids who thought they knew me. It's life.

It's my life.

Technically the arguing started a lot earlier. They had been

distant for a year and a half. They have been argueing for a year.

They tried therapy for a couple of months, but it didn't work. They

have been screaming for the past 3 months.

I was left to look out for Lexi. She needed me. The truth Is I

needed her too. Poor little Lexi, she's only ten. When it started she

would come to my room and I would give her my iPod and turn on my tv

and when that didn't work we would plug my iPod into the speakers and

sing along.

The more we drowned out the noise of them screaming, the better.

Maybe that's why we barely even hear it now, hearing damage. I mean no

doubt it's there but it's like someone hit mute. Thier lips move but

no noise comes out, I think I just don't care enough to hear them now.

I felt invisable. I was a ghost at home, either not there or not

noticed and I was a chameleon at school, I stood on the sidelines. I

would talk to kids and participate but I never stood out. I would have

never been that boy that you would remember 20 years from now if

things had kept going they way they were.

And honestly I couldn't say there was anybody in that school I

would miss, almost.

See even though I talked to tons of kids, there was one, one who

didn't even know I existed, who would stay on my mind after I died.

She was so... perfect. But I was too shy, I would watch from the

sidelines but nothing more. It was like I had forgotten how to get

close to someone, besides love is dangerous and I should know that by

now. After watching a marriage crumble, I should know that falling for

someone is useless, because eventually after falling you have to land

and you can land safely or you can crash and hurt yourself. Most

likely the later.

Her name was Lucy Miller. She had brown tossled hair and hazel

eyes. She liked animals and did good in school. She had a better life

and didn't know I existed. She wasn't exactly popular, but I don't

care. But I just had to wait it out till eventually I got over her. I

had to. I haven't even spoken to her.

So I guess you figured by now how my story ends. I haven't

exactly kept it a secret. I die. My body gets cold and my spirit

drifts away. It's ultimately how every true story ends, so don't be

surprised I just cut out early. I was ahead of the class. I told you

this was no fairytale and it still isn't too late for you to leave.