A/N: Please review we will post the next chapter very soon a couple of days. Well really I should say first chapter this is the prologue. Okay this was supposed to be the first tragedy piece of fan fiction and we're hoping it is, but if it's not well we tried. That's why we had the urgent need to post it lol!

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Prologue

The old metal stairs, clanked as her heels beat against them, her long brown hair flowing behind her. Her footsteps echoed through the many floors of the abounded flats. Oh God! Please don't let me be to late she thought as she continued breathless. I could of just orbed out but then I would of risked scaring him. She threw open the old, battered wooden door and jumped into the welcoming sunlight.

"Luke." She screamed. "Think about this." She said as she lowered her voice slightly.

"Go away…I don't need your help." Came his shaky reply.

"Please…Luke this is stupid." She said taking two cautious steps forward. Luke didn't make any attempt to jump, but still Melinda didn't want to risk it.

"You don't understand, you could never understand." He said moving a little closer to the edge.

"This is stupid Luke, your family love you…you should be lucky you have a family Luke, who cares about you and loves you more than anything…why do this to yourself…to them?"

"How can you understand what I'm going through?"

"Because…because it happened to me…more than once, it broke my heart, and I thought that I couldn't go on, but I'm here now Luke, and you would of never of guessed it right?"

"I guess not." He said turning towards her slightly, his dark eyes full of pain, not quiet hidden behind his blond floppy hair, a pain that Melinda could relate to better than most people, a pain she had experienced one to many times.

"Please Luke take my hand." She said as she extended a shaking hand towards him, slowly as if not to startle him. It seemed like an eternity until he extended his hand and placed it in hers.

She sighed with relief and he noticed it "This doesn't mean I'm not going to jump, because I will an less you can convince me not to…I'll go straight back there and jump if you don't tell me your story and how you survived it."

"Okay." She said as she sat down next to him on the cold stone floor of the roof. "I've not told this story to anyone else before." He noticed her hands were shaking, as she thought about it. "It was a long time ago, I was 7 when it all started…"