Hey, you Miraculous person who decided to read this prologue! I'm just putting this out there to see if anyone is interested in me continuing this story. I'm really liking the idea so here is a 200 word bittie of what is to come... enjoy. I hope.
Sleep. The only part of the day that means anything to me. Dreams are the place where I can get out of this hellhole people call Forks, Washington, and just be worry free for a few hours. There are no insecure people who bully, or bitches that bitch. Dreaming is serine. The rare times I have dreams, there always the same. I float. I'm on top of some sort of cloud, thinking of nothing in particular. I just wander around happily. This is the best it gets. Unfortunately most of the times I have my nightmares or "episodes" as my family call them. I can kinda see the future.. Kind of. Countless people I have seen die, those people showing up on the news just a few days after. I saw when Andrew was hit by that car two days before it happened. Of course I warned him but because I'm the "FF" nobody listens to me well it was his loss. Two days later he was hit by an SUV. I didn't have the nerve to go to his funeral. Is it bad that I didn't feel a thing? Well welcome to my mother fucking life.