*Jumps out of cake*

Hello! I'm back!

Wow. I'm so happy to back writing fanfiction once again. I'm so very sorry that I was gone for so long. I have had such a hectic year. Everything from getting a new boyfriend to finishing my sophomore year to my mother having surgery…*eyes get all swirly anime* and so much more. Le sigh. Well anyways, I have decided to rewrite my favorite story Falling Angel for you!

For those of you who know me or have read my profile, Falling Angel is in fact an original story. Well…the concept of the plot line and the characters. I incorporated it into fanfiction to just get a general feel of how the public would respond to my characters. Apparently everyone loves them! All of your support makes me so happy! I don't know hat I would do without you guys. When the original Falling Angel is published, I would like to get all of your names so that I can dedicate to you. You were the first people to experience Jack and Keira. Thanks so much for all the wonderful comments!

Let's get this show on the road; shall we? This is where the fun begins!

Prologue: Renosance

Monster

Just what is a monster? What defines it? Shapes it? Makes it so? What exactly is the difference between a monster and a man? I often ask myself these questions as I lay alone at night. Every time I lay down in the soft grass of my secret garden, I look up at the moon longingly. I ponder its face in hopes that it will reveal to me the answers to the questions that burned deep into my heart. I wanted desperately to know why I was called that horrible, disgusting, putrid word.

It seemed like every question I thought brought on at least three more. With the questions came more name calling. No matter what I did or said I was still called that same name. Over and over again, they would call me a monster. It wasn't a surprise that even when they didn't move their lips to say it, I could still hear it. So even if I was out of their way, I could still hear them. Their voices fell upon me like a harsh rain of pain. It sliced through me in twisted glee.

I couldn't take it anymore. Hearing their words of hatred soon became too much. My heart felt as if it was being pierced by a wicked blade. I did everything I could think of as I lay awake each night, clutching my head in agony, to get away from their thoughts. My skin still stung from where my nails had pierced it. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I could barely even breathe. I don't think any form of torture could amount to the suffering I endured.

Why do they call me a monster? What is a monster? Am I monster? Am I an abomination? I would ask myself these questions time in and time out again and still, no answers ever came. The only thing that did come was the sinking feelings of the heavy possibility that they might be right. My thoughts turned dark and began to bring on a whole new array of questions; of doubts.

If I am a monster then why do I exist?

Why was I even born?

Do I have a purpose?

Why am I like this?

Why am I a monster?

As the days went by, the uncontrollable echoes of thoughts continued to stream through my mind. They cried out to me in a lullaby of abhorrence

"Demon child!"

"Abomination!"

"Filthy bitch!"

"Ugly piece of shit!"

"Monster!"

As the last thought hung in the air, there was silence. I still remember trembling on the floor of my room; sobbing. I listened to the silence and in that split second I heard it. I heard the breaking of my own heart. From that moment on I delved deeper into the darkness. I let its warm blanket of evil wrap around me. It slowly began tearing the last strands of hope I had into two.

I began to believe their words; every single derogatory statement. It all just became simple facts of life. Every one of their actions, no matter how cruel, was given the same familiar contentment as a handshake would receive. Because I came to realize that I was nothing more than a hollowed out monster. Monster. Still, even to this day I still wonder why I was born if this was all I was going to be. I was just a monster; a demon child; an abomination. I was unloved. I supposed it didn't matter. Nothing really mattered anymore. I am what I am and I know what I am not. That fact of life will never change.

My name is Keira and I am a monster.

I hope you enjoyed that! Comments are always appreciated. It's the fuel that keeps writers like me going. Without it, there can't be anymore story!