Prolouge
Elizabeth, Elizabeth. It was always the same thing. She felt hot despite the cool December air, and turned to look at the building behind her. To be honest, she never really cared what happened to that place. Just that she was able to get away from it all.
She turned back around and continued walking. She had left many things behind, and didn't care who found them. She kept wondering what she could have done differently. What would have made a better ending to the story she found to be more than anything a "nightmare" could ever be.
She had decided it. She'd move with her parents to California. It wasn't like she really had a choice. She was only sixteen after all.
She remembered the little girl. She remembered the laughing kid. She remembered. All of it.
