Hey Guys- so this is the prologue to my new story "The Missing Piece". Please review and tell me if you love it or hate it, it'll help me the upload first chapter faster! Feedback always helps :)

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How easy is it for someone to tell their life story? How easy is it to let everything go, their truthful words echoing through the desolate hallways of their life? Like a cascade of water over the drought filled plains of their past? Not very easy, I'm assuming. Can we honestly expect anyone to just let everything go? Who has that power?

Not me.

You see, I don't trust anyone. Never have, never will.

I keep everything locked inside; my past a book never to be read. This loneliness has never bothered me though; I prefer to keep to myself.

But is there a limit to how lonely someone can be? I mean sure, I have friends, but is that enough? The empty hole in my heart grows larger by the second, demanding I find my missing piece. But how can I? How should I know what my missing puzzle piece is? How can I identify it?

I sighed as I walked toward the bathroom. Tomorrow was the first day of my senior year, a day i have been dreading all summer. Their would be false rumors all over school about what happened that night. I walked into the shower, the cold water overtaking me. I felt my muscles tighten and suddenly, the water became all too familiar. His face came back to me, reminding me of the unimportant and worthless person I am. My knees gave out below me, no longer strong enough to hold my emaciated body. I crashed to the floor, sobs overtaking my body.

I needed this pain to stop. I knew I deserved this terrible feeling; it was him who constantly reminded me of the piece of trash I was, repeating over and over that depression was my best friend.

And the worst part? He's right.

His face clouded the back of my mind, breaking down every border I had built to save myself from him. His voice echoed through my head, forcing me to lose every last ounce of self-control I had preserved.

You're never going to be happy, you know.

"I know," I responded back to him, my sobs echoing through the large bathroom. "I deserve this."

Two strong arms encased my thin frame, lifting me out from the bottom of the tub. One hand turned off the shower while the other wrapped a towel around my body. Soothing hands rubbed circles on my shaking back, the calming effect slowly working its magic. A light voice frantically spoke out, calling someone, but I couldn't completely comprehend the words. The counter beneath me then disappeared, and instead a soft bed took its place.

"Sleep well, my angel" were the last words I heard before I drifted into a deep slumber.

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