Hello it is I here to bring you another story!!

So I have been thinking about stuff lately...

and I thought of this idea while listening to a great song.

The song is called Skin by Rascal Flats.

Some of you might know this song and know how good it is.

So I thought of something that might work for a story.

I decided to make a prolouge this time.

I kinda thought of this because of my great friend,

She wrote a wonderful story called

Carve Out My Tears

and I recomend it.

So she wrote a prolouge and I thought

of doing one too.

So here it is!

And I just want to say that

this story is dedicated to my bestest friends

in the whole wide world!!

Everybody knows how

important a friend is.

Somebody there to hold your hand,

laugh during class and get in trouble,

to get you to stop crying in the bathroom,

to get through hard stuff,

and to stay close to no matter what!

So here's to friends and the wonderful people

who grace our lives.

Thanks friends!

~ 3 ~

Bella laid in her hospital bed and stared up at the bland ceiling. She barely grimaced as the shot went into her finger. She breathed in slowly as the blood was sucked from her hand. She released her breath once they removed the shot. She didn't move her head. She stayed completely still and listened to her heart beat in her cheast. The nurse moved some things around her room and then looked up at Bella, "Your parents want to see you", Bella murmered her answer without looking at the nurse, "No". The nurse had learned that fighting didn't do anything to Bella's point of view. She nodded her head and left the room. Bella heard her mother sigh and walk away once the nurse told her that Bella didn't want to see her. At one point her mother came every day and asked to see her daughter but soon she only tried once a week and that faded into months and soon every few months she would come and hope to get to see her beautiful daughter whom she loved. Bella had decided to be a loner, nobody had put her up to it. She sat up and let her head move side to side to get loosened up. She laid back down.

She had Leukemia and nothing changed that. Not an awkward talk with her distance parents. Not a friend or two. At one point she would hurt them when she died. People had survived after having Leukemia but Bella felt that she didn't have a chance. She didn't want to live because then she would have to restart her life. She would have to meet new people and do something with herself. She could never do that. She never dreamed of doing that.