Disclaimer: I do not anything Tolkien created because I don't have the papers and I'm just borrowing them, that's the whole point of fanfiction!
A/N: I don't know if this story is crappy or good so FLAMES are actually welcome... FLAMES are what makes stories better so tell me if it's bad or not! And I'm discontinuing TTOME for a while because I have too many homeworks and other things to do to even get good plots for TTOME so here's the story... Please tell me if it's Mary Sueish because I can't really tell...
Prolouge: Lost in the Dark
It's cold...
So cold that I can't even feel the touch of the clothes on my back against my skin...
Only feeling the vast landscape that I am in and the pouring rain against my body...
I'm trying to forget all the things around me, I just want to go away...
Looking for a new past is what I am doing...
I'm trying my best to stay calm... But I never can...
I'm too lost in the darkness and I can't even bear to take a glance at what my fate was...
But I've decided to open my eyes once more to allow more things to erase all the rest of the memories away...
I want a place to call my own where I can live in peace, away from this cold, hard world...
Defenseless and weak was what I once was but now...
But now I start a new...
September the 30th of the year 1998, I calmly walk along the shores of Los Angeles, watching the sun set as I wait for a sign to tell me to go, my tummy started to grumble but I didn't care, I was too afraid to go home, my father would torture me, Maybe because today is the day I have to accept my punishment, the day I have to face my fears, I've always been afraid to die but then I realized that facing your fears was not bad at all, I decided to finish this once and for all.
I gaped at the small alley, I knocked on the wall that was the doorway into my home, my father moved it so I can come in, I have always been afraid of him, he gave me my punishment for not selling the papers, it was not my fault no one would buy them but he didn't care, he was too stressed and he needed to find someone to take it all away, he tries to find someone to blame it on, and that would be me.
September 30, 1998 is my death day, the day I would never forget, it would be too hard to describe it and too hard to write it, my eyes would swell just by the sight of one word but what is the most important thing here is the message of my adventure, to make up for my past I have decided to start a new.
No more Mr. Nice Girl, time for some action...
A/N: So, what do you think? Please Read and Review! Oh and the next part of this story would explain the last sentence OK? See you later dudes!
Nia